Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 182 - 146 Investigation, New Obsession (Thanks to the book friend ’Soul Reaper’s Praise’ for being the alliance leader!)_2

Chapter 182: Chapter 146 Investigation, New Obsession (Thanks to the book friend ’Soul Reaper’s Praise’ for being the alliance leader!)_2

The pig farm from that previous case involving the woman’s body in the tree is just like this.

These kinds of places can’t open without a powerful backing.

That’s why Los Angeles, in all its prosperity, has a vast number of streetwalkers.

These streetwalkers don’t have an easy life.

Poor people always suffer at the hands of other poor people.

For these streetwalkers, encounters with customers who dine and dash, as in their regular lives, are nothing unusual.

Those beasts who dine without paying and then turn around to rob are not rare either.

For self-preservation,

those willing to spend money often seek protection from gangs, paying them for safety and relying on the gang members to handle trouble.

Those unwilling to spend end up grouping together; when trouble arises, they swarm their customers like bees, and the average john often stands no chance, allowing the women to look out for one another.

Even with customers who drive, they’ll take note of each other’s license plates as a warning, right in front of the john.

Although it might not always be helpful, it’s at least some psychological comfort.

Therefore, to identify the identities of these out-of-town prostitutes, directly contacting the relevant gangs is the most time- and effort-saving approach.

The problem is,

all these gang members have a common issue.

They think cooperating with the police is very disgraceful.

Although Brian had plenty of ways to cure their illness, when pressed for time, it was still better to let the professionals handle the interaction, since solving problems with money was more efficient.

...

Half an hour later,

Brian handed a stack of cash he had withdrawn to the young black man before him, "Buddy, I’ll be waiting at the coffee shop up ahead. If you can get all the information by 8 o’clock tonight, I’ll throw in an extra two thousand dollars."

"No problem, you won’t be disappointed, generous guy."

The young black man flashed a smile, revealing his white teeth, got into his companion’s car, and drove away.

Brian checked the time, made sure he had a bit left, and using facial recognition, he caught a ride with a female driver to the C5 unit’s division office.

The previously found woman’s body had not released an "Obsession Little Ball."

He wanted to see if there were any new developments.

With the help of the Autopsy Officer from the C5 unit, rows of female bodies crammed the not-so-large temporary morgue to the brim.

After thanking the C5 unit’s Autopsy Officer,

Brian scanned over the similarly deceased females and finally stopped at the penultimate body.

Above the woman’s body, a dim "Obsession Little Ball" floated slowly.

It looked like it would disappear if he waited any longer.

Brian quickly stepped forward and crushed the "Obsession Little Ball."

The next moment, a message appeared in his mind: He must deliver the Christmas gifts he had promised to McCarthy and the others...

Gift: Three points of "Gift Energy."

Seeing this, Brian felt a bit disappointed.

This obsession had nothing to do with the killer, meaning he couldn’t get any additional information.

However, he still checked who ’McCarthy and the others’ in the woman’s obsession were.

The faces of six boys and three girls appeared in Brian’s mind.

He was somewhat surprised.

Christmas gifts are usually for children.

Brian had initially thought they were the woman’s children.

Now it seemed unlikely.

Because these children were all about the same age and it wasn’t one of those sensational novels about giving birth to nine at once; nobody in the real world could have that many same-age kids at the same time.

Nevertheless, even though the obsession was of no help to his own case, Brian still planned to fulfill this unfortunate woman’s loving obsession after he finished his current case.

...

Since he was already there,

Brian decided to take a closer look at the female bodies.

The women’s clothes had been stripped away, but only three showed signs of having been autopsied, obviously due to a lack of time.

The manner of death for these women was similar: they all had obvious blunt-force trauma on the right side of the temple, and three of the bodies still had facial expressions of struggling for breath due to rigor mortis, while the others had been simply tidied up and looked much more at peace in death.

Suddenly,

Brian approached a black female corpse, pulled out gloves and put them on, then lifted the woman’s right arm to inspect it closely.

The watching Autopsy Officer from the C5 unit quickly followed and, seeing this, said with disappointment, "That’s probably from the same weapon the killer used to strike the victims. Maybe this one reacted faster and managed to raise her arm to block it."

Brian nodded, "Hmm, cylindrical weapon, not very long. If we combine this with the wounds on their heads, can you make an approximate 3D model of the weapon?"

The Autopsy Officer from the C5 unit walked over to a nearby workstation and pulled out several pictures: "It should be one of these, but the weights don’t quite match up."

Upon hearing the weight, Brian immediately realized this guy was no novice.

Because even if it’s the same object, a different weight under the same force can cause slightly different injuries.

It’s not easy for an experienced Autopsy Officer and forensic doctor to distinguish this.

The design of the photos was also roughly the same, akin to the stick used by monks to strike wooden fish, tools used by Chinese medicine practitioners to grind herbs, and some items Brian couldn’t recognize, but all had cylindrical bodies with a round ball at one end.

This type of item was not common.

Brian shrugged, "Well, at least I’ve gotten some extra gain."

He bid farewell to the Autopsy Officer from the C5 group.

When Brian came out, Green and Shi San had finished their meal and were waiting for him outside the station.

...

Twenty-something minutes later.

The two men and a dog arrived at the appointed café.

It was now 7:40 pm, just over ten minutes until the agreed upon 8 o’clock.

Green handed Brian a bag of food, "Boss Brian, have some food; I think we might have to work overtime tonight."

The subtext was that he believed Brian would make some progress tonight.

Brian chuckled, "You have that much confidence in me?"

Green shrugged, "You’re my boss. If I don’t have faith in you, who would? By the way, Boss Brian, is Shi San really just over two months old? It sure can eat."

"Hahaha..."

"Woof!"

...

Amid the laughter,

a black man with a briefcase came into the café.

He looked around and, upon spotting Brian, hurried over, "Mr. Brian, here’s what you requested, ten prostitutes, we’ve found nine."

"And who’s missing?"

"This..." the black man handed a photo to Brian, "I asked all the guys in charge of this business around here, and their prostitutes too, but no one recognizes her. It’s quite unusual; either she’s new here, or she’s not a prostitute at all."

Brian was surprised to see the photo.

The woman in the photo was the same one who had triggered the Obsession Little Ball before.

He nodded, "What did those women say?"

The black man shook his head, "Their acquaintances say that the murdered prostitutes were all killed after work, so they couldn’t provide any information on suspicious individuals.

Their working hours are very flexible.

Now, to keep these women safe, we have to arrange for someone to escort them to and from work every day and have refused all business that involves getting into cars, causing us a significant loss of income."

Alright...

As a thank you for this guy’s efforts, Brian gave him an extra 500 US dollars as a reward.

Watching the black man walk away,

Brian tossed the victim information provided by him to Green and tapped on the coffee table.

Though he had not obtained any useful information directly from the man, he deduced another piece of information about the perpetrator: the killer was not only professional and familiar with the surroundings, but also held a grudge against prostitutes, and had obviously observed and studied their routine before striking.

The killer was very familiar with the conditions of these prostitutes.

With that in mind,

Brian took out his phone and called the leader of the C5 group, asking him to look for information about clients who had had conflicts with prostitutes, suffered losses for it, been jailed, or detained because of it.

After hanging up,

he went over to the reception closing up and pulled out a twenty US dollar bill, "Excuse me, do you know how many Children’s Houses are nearby?"

Money talks.

Brian quickly got two addresses.

He beckoned to Green and Shi San, "Let’s go see if we can find any useful clues."

Solving cases was just like this.

Before key information was found, you had to rely on the brute force method, not overlooking any possible lead and checking each one thoroughly.

Without any shortcuts, the process of elimination was the ultimate secret to cracking cases.

...

The first Children’s House wasn’t far from the café.

It was now past 8 pm; although the doors were closed, the staff hadn’t gone to rest yet.

Brian took out the photo of the only female victim whose identity hadn’t been established, inquired about her, but got no response, and immediately headed to another Children’s House.

This time, he actually made a significant breakthrough!

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