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Chapter 180 - 145: Never Seen Such a Despicable Request (Add 13 more for ’Lord of the Night’s Brilliance’)_2

Chapter 180: Chapter 145: Never Seen Such a Despicable Request (Add 13 more for ’Lord of the Night’s Brilliance’)_2

Rajag nodded.

A moment later.

Under the scrutiny of a crowd, Brian stepped forward with Green and Shi San.

Shi San inevitably attracted a lot of attention.

Especially after seeing the NW Action Department’s badge on its neck, a previously hostile member intentionally said aloud in a not-so-quiet voice, "FK, what kind of world is this, even a few-months-old puppy gets mixed up on the taxpayer’s payroll, what a joke..."

Just as Brian was about to squat down to check the female body, he paused.

Rajag’s expression slightly changed, and he turned to scold the man, "Peter, if you can’t learn to speak properly, then please go back to your kindergarten teacher and relearn how to be polite before returning to work!"

Seeing the team leader’s unapologetic words, the man named Peter grudgingly closed his mouth.

Rage filled his eyes.

This damned little dwarf team leader wasn’t any better, damn nepotism...

Over here, Brian, seeing Rajag’s timely reaction and not wanting to steal the spotlight, refocused his attention on the female body in front of him.

The female body was a Caucasian girl with a young-looking face from the side, and aside from her eyebrows, she wore no heavy makeup; the perfume on her body was cheap.

There were multiple blunt force trauma wounds on her forehead, located at the temples, precise in nature, indicating that the killer had a certain knowledge of human anatomy.

The tape was wrapped multiple times.

The female corpse’s mouth was wide open, her expression pained, and the corners of her wide-open eyes had subtle blood spots, all symptoms of asphyxiation.

She must have experienced a painful struggle before her death, her hands clutching at the tape, but the dense layers of tape coupled with her dazed state meant she was unsuccessful.

Seeing no significant signs of struggle at the scene told Brian that before her death, after multiple strong blows to the temples, the body had little energy left to struggle.

A little in front of the woman’s body, there were two shallow footprints.

Most people might not notice, but they could not escape Brian’s Supercomputer Perception + Eagle Eye’s keen observation.

Unfortunately, some idiot had stepped on the footprint, meaning that while the presence of a footprint was certain, it was no longer possible to extract a useful footprint model.

There were few fallen leaves here, and it hadn’t rained recently; unless one stood still for a long time, it was difficult to leave an impression.

This meant that the killer had been squatting here, watching the victim suffocate to death before her death.

This was a torturous killing!

Brian activated his Enhancement of Smell, trying to see if he could find some useful scent clues.

Unfortunately, this place was an open field frequented by many people, covered with layers of scents, making it unlikely to find useful smells.

However, he did smell talcum powder on the adhesive tape.

"Talcum powder..."

Brian looked at the messy fingerprints on the tape and realized.

The source of this talcum powder must be the killer’s gloves.

Some gloves have talcum powder inside to ensure that the wearer’s hands don’t sweat and affect precision in handling.

The killer was really a professional.

...

After inspecting these traces, Brian asked Rajag, "Have you checked the liver temperature?"

Rajag nodded, "The estimated time of death for this victim should be between ten and twelve last night; the interval is somewhat long, so it’s not very precise."

As an assistant to a forensic doctor, Brian naturally understood this.

Liver temperature testing was generally valid for 4 to 24 hours; the further out, the greater the margin of error, so the estimation of the time of death was stretched to ensure precision.

"This killer is very professional..."

Brian briefly explained his findings, adding,

"This area has average security. Even streetwalkers only stand in certain designated areas after paying protection fees.

The killer committed the crime at this time to reduce the presence of eyewitnesses.

Moreover, he wore talcum-powdered gloves, acted quickly and accurately, otherwise it would be difficult to precisely wrap the transparent tape around a healthy female’s neck and mouth under her resistance, before she lost the ability to resist.

After settling everything, the killer didn’t continue committing crimes but instead stood not far in front of the victim, gradually watching her suffocate to death.

Unfortunately, the footprint was ruined by someone who previously stood there; otherwise, by examining the footprint, we could have easily determined the killer’s rough physical weight..."

At the sound of footsteps being ruined.

Several members of the C5 team all turned their gaze to the man previously named Peter.

Peter’s face turned red, and he angrily looked at Brian, "What bullshit footprints are you talking about? We’ve already inspected all that, Rajag should have never sought external help!"

"What does he do?"

Brian stopped his analysis and looked at Rajag.

Rajag, with an ugly expression, said, "He was previously with the anti-gang unit. I brought him in because he is quite familiar with the lower ranks and gangs, and he still has quite a few informants."

Saying this,

he glared at Peter: "Leave this place, you are no longer part of the C5 team!"

"Fucking idiot!" Peter, hearing he was fired on the spot and disregarding Rajag’s temporary leader status, cursed outright, "It’s only because of morons like you who bring in these luck-dependent youngsters to boost your profile. Do you think I care about this trash team? These random murders can’t be solved in a short time, and the assessment deadline is tomorrow afternoon. I’ll watch you get kicked out just like me!"

Brian walked up to him, "Do you have a problem with me?"

Peter, having vented and unafraid, retorted, "Yes, I have a problem. You’re just a pretty boy with good luck. Just because you look good, those stupid women promoted your reputation, while those of us who have been diligently working for over a decade go unnoticed!"

Brian said nothing, just silently watched him.

Seeing this, Peter was even more elated.

Wimp!

He smirked, "Can’t counter because I hit the nerve? What’s the use of looking at me? Got the guts to hit me!"

It seemed casual, but Peter’s right leg was already prepared to kick this pretty boy at any moment.

As long as this pretty boy dared to make a move,

he would kick him flying, releasing his pent-up anger!

The next moment,

A blur flashed.

Peter, dazed with a slap mark on his face, flew out more than a meter and embarrassingly fell to the ground.

He stared blankly at the sky overhead, his right cheek swiftly swelling, with blood and saliva sliding from the corner of his mouth, seemingly still unable to grasp what had just happened.

One slap sent this bastard flying.

Brian took out a handkerchief, wiped his hand, and turned to Green by his side, "What are you dazed at? This guy was our colleague after all. Didn’t you hear him asking to be hit?"

Huh?

Green, momentarily stunned, then grinned, rushed forward, and started punching and kicking.

"This..."

Rajag looked on with some headache.

Brian interrupted him and spoke to the other C5 team members, "You heard him, he asked for it himself. Honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever encountered such a perverse request, but as former colleagues, I think you shouldn’t shun but rather promote love and help."

These people realized it too.

Indeed, two men and a woman joined in beating Peter.

It was clear, in just a few days of joining the team, this cynical, foul-mouthed guy had offended quite a few people.

...

Handled the little fly.

Brian stopped Rajag who was also eager to try, "Where was I... right, the killer’s method is professional, and he’s very familiar with this place. I suspect he’s a local resident with a criminal record. You go back, and with your team, investigate previous files to see if there are similar unsolved cases."

Hearing the case, Rajag managed to restrain himself from attacking a subordinate.

He nodded, "No problem, what about you?"

"I plan to identify all the prostitutes. These illegal prostitutes, living in poor conditions, tend to band together; there must be a witness!"

Brian stated blandly.

For Rajag and his team, pinpointing the identity of so many prostitutes in a short time was challenging.

For him...

It was within his field of expertise.