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Chapter 153 - 131: Bieber Pig Farm_2

Chapter 153: Chapter 131: Bieber Pig Farm_2

When he had asked before,

Brian’s enhanced sense of smell hadn’t detected the scent of smoke or the smell of other females on Billis Rocky.

As for Billis Rocky’s other two mobile phone numbers, that was even more surprising.

They did indeed have contacts.

However, according to the IP information Hardenn retrieved, those were all landlines belonging to welfare institutions.

There were also emails in Billis Rocky’s inbox about regular donations made to welfare institutions.

Which meant,

Soraya’s stepfather was a guy who lived regularly, didn’t smoke or drink, and was quite compassionate. To some extent, Soraya’s mother didn’t really match him.

It was puzzling how these two had ended up together.

"Why would such a person look guilty every time he spoke about Soraya and previously resisted seeing Soraya’s body?"

Brian noted this point at the top of the file, underlined it twice to indicate it required special attention, then locked the file away in his drawer.

Staff was insufficient.

He would wait for feedback from Green’s investigation.

...

It was past four in the afternoon.

Near the end of the workday.

Green, looking disheveled, returned to the office with the dog, Shi San.

Seeing the bruise on his mouth, Brian frowned, "Ran into some trouble?"

Green shook his head, "Not really, I pretended to be a dog-walking passerby, unnoticeable to most. But I didn’t find anything significant. I took Shi San around several farms, but Shi San didn’t react.

I went to the town bar, asked around, but nobody heard of anyone buying lime in bulk, not many people need it, and nobody pays attention to that."

"What about your mouth?"

Green, looking frustrated, replied, "After finding nothing, I was preparing to take Shisan for a meal before heading back. Suddenly, Shisan started barking at a man who seemed to be in a bad mood and reeked of alcohol... Anyway, I got into a fight with him, but it’s nothing serious."

Upon hearing this, Brian turned to look at Shi San.

Shi San disdainfully glanced at Green: "Woof woof woof~ (The scent... The big black dog doesn’t understand Shi San, and can’t even win a fight, Shi San doesn’t want to follow him, disgraceful~)"

Brian:...

Only because Shi San could use pheromones in conjunction with his barking to communicate, otherwise, he couldn’t understand its meaning.

In fact,

he still didn’t understand what Shi San meant by the smell.

Shi San’s expression and cognition of things were still somewhat limited.

...

Seeing that Brian didn’t respond, Green thought he was disappointed and said somewhat apologetically,

"However, I did find some information about that Cadillac.

Not many people in town drive that car.

A server told me that a white gang member named Alab often drove a Cadillac to town.

The day before yesterday, his car was stolen.

It caused quite a stir in town.

Alab swore that if he found the car thief, he’d chop off his hands."

"The day before yesterday?"

Brian caught a critical piece of information.

That time was roughly when Soraya was hit by the Cadillac.

Green nodded,

"The timing of the car theft and Soraya’s victimization match. It was probably Alab’s car that hit the fleeing Soraya.

The question is whether his car was really stolen or whether he hit Soraya and disposed of the car to avoid trouble.

But I think the former scenario is more likely."

Brian nodded, "I think the car was really stolen too."

Because of some mafia godfather’s reasons,

many gang leaders, once prosperous, would spend big money to customize their bulletproof Cadillac sedans, then sit in them, smoke cigars, and hug women.

With more wealth, they would even outfit themselves with yachts and private jets.

It nearly became a trend.

Cadillacs were a preferred model among gang members, much like Black people like AJ shoes.

If Soraya was hit by the gang member Alab, in such a remote place, he would rather choose to bury the body than get rid of his own car.

...

"Yes, that’s what I think too, so I’ve asked a friend to contact some illegal cab groups to find out about the Cadillac, but it’s going to cost some money...

It’s just the basement where Soraya was imprisoned...

Without any other leads, we might have to investigate those farmer profiles and analyze to find a suitable suspect, then apply for a search warrant to investigate."

Green, quite understanding of social customs, didn’t say anything about Brian’s dog not being effective, instead, he directly proposed what he thought was a suitable solution.

"Funding is not an issue, and as for the investigation of the farmer’s data, there’s no rush. First, try to find that Cadillac as soon as possible."

Brian wrote an authorization for Green to go get a cashier’s check from the clerk Edna.

Because of Hardenn’s initial involvement with prostitution, Susan didn’t trust the old Hardenn much and directly entrusted the group B6’s funds to the new recruit Edna.

Currently, group B6 had over fifty thousand US dollars left in their case-solving budget.

For a team established just over a month ago, that was considered quite financially robust.

...

After Green went to find Edna,

Brian put Shi San on the table and stroked its head, communicating with it.

After a while,

he finally understood what Shi San meant.

According to Shi San, the man it barked at carried the fresh scent of the female victim Soraya.

This was an important piece of information.

Including today, it had been three to four days since Soraya’s death.

A human’s body scent doesn’t linger for long, which means the drunk likely had contact with Soraya before her escape!

Furthermore, that drunk could possibly be the person who imprisoned Soraya!

Unfortunately, after Green got the check, he was busy leading his friends to investigate the stolen Cadillac, and Shi San couldn’t describe what the drunk looked like.

Brian could only take Shi San back to that town.

This also made him realize the urgency of scheduling sketch training for Shi San.

Shi San didn’t yet know it was about to suffer again.

It happily sat in the passenger seat, enjoying the breeze outside, wagging its tail cheerfully.

Following Brian out, it felt so safe.

Happy!

...

At that moment,

In a warehouse converted to a livestock pen,

Several scantily clad women obediently entered the back seat of a Dodge vehicle shaped like a Wuling van, under the watchful eyes of armed men.

At the end of the livestock pen, a tattered sign lay on the ground, covered with footprints.

It read: Bieber Pig Farm...