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Chapter 242 - 176: There Must Be Something Despicable About A Pitiful Person

Chapter 242: Chapter 176: There Must Be Something Despicable About A Pitiful Person

"Homeless man?"

Tom said with some uncertainty, "A homeless man who used to work as a labor intermediary for transnational students from Hua Country?"

First of all, many homeless people, will hide in places like parks to rest at night, avoiding the staff on patrol duty. Secondly, because homeless people often rummage through trash cans, they are quite familiar with the garbage truck pick-up times and behaviors.

Then there’s the identity of the homeless.

Many homeless people don’t even have a complete set of ID documents, and hardly anyone pays attention to this group.

As for the latter addition, it was because Tom, in his earlier years as a detective, had seen those Chinese labor intermediaries who specialized in scamming their compatriots, and he had seen the unfortunate ones who were stabbed or shot by those they had scammed, so he knew something about this group.

Brian nodded:

"Yes, this group exists, and there’s another group, those illegal immigrants who have had some tragic experiences and harbor animosity toward their compatriots.

Tom, you should know, the CIA actually has special funds in the Asia region to bribe some public figures of those countries, glorify the United States, and attract the outstanding newcomers from those countries, continuously coming over here.

But this also results in many of the lower class from those countries trying every means to come over here each year.

These people have low self-awareness, have had unsatisfactory lives in their own countries, and think that changing environments will allow them to succeed, but they forget that the lower class is the lower class no matter where they are.

What would they do if they then encountered some unfortunate events, couldn’t even keep going as undocumented workers, and then received some kind of stimuli?"

"Take revenge on society?"

Tom said and then shook his head, unsure, "Take revenge on their compatriots?"

Brian nodded:

"Yes, because such people often have a high opinion of themselves and lack a clear self-awareness. When they encounter setbacks and their perception is turned upside down, they tend to become extreme and do something rash.

Moreover, they most likely have language issues as well, so their easiest targets are their compatriots.

After all, they can’t deceive foreigners."

Tom nodded, "Brian, to be honest, your growth is really frightening. Are those Enhancement Reagents really that magical?"

His eyes revealed a longing.

He had long been fed up with his weak physical condition.

Brian shook his head: "The Enhancement Reagent isn’t that amazing; I’m just awesome."

Tom: ..

...

Following this line of thought.

Brian, along with Green and some of Green’s friends, rushed to the vicinity of the crime scene. Using cash, food, and blankets as incentives, they questioned the homeless people they encountered, looking for clues.

His speculation was very accurate.

When Green’s friend questioned an elderly homeless man, he provided a piece of information:

A few days ago, a Chinese homeless man, taking advantage of his old age and frailty, killed his only dog, took away the body, and left with his only blanket.

The key was that the homeless man was carrying a large backpack with a laptop of considerable market value on it!

Before long.

Green learned another clue from another middle-aged homeless man:

Over a year ago, a Chinese homeless man had moved into the underground drainage pipes of the park. There were snakes and many rats living there, so regular homeless people dared not approach.

However, for the past few days.

He hadn’t seen that homeless man’s figure.

The man would often disappear for a while and then reappear, not interacting much with these homeless people.

Green exclaimed excitedly, "Boss Brian, looks like we’ve found the murderer! He’s definitely going to deal with the victim’s computer and phone, we’re close to catching him!"

Brian shook his head, "No need to go through so much trouble."

With that, he whistled.

The next moment, a round little Labrador pup leaped out from a bush, landing in front of Brian, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail playfully.

"Shi San, let’s go, we need your help."

"Woof~ (Okay~)"

Shi San became even more cheerful.

It enjoyed helping out the big dogs.

...

In fact, many of the drainage and sewage pipes in downtown Los Angeles are not all that dirty.

They are quite spacious inside.

Some areas, due to the small population living nearby, are dry, and even some places have platforms for workers to climb and walk on for regular inspections.

Actually, quite a few people live down there, but they are unseen and uncared for by outsiders.

They are like a group of mice living outside of humanity, surviving in misery, waiting for death to come amidst various diseases and malnutrition.

Following the information provided by the middle-aged homeless man.

The group found a manhole cover hidden behind some trees.

There were some muddy footprints around the manhole cover.

Suddenly.

Shi San barked twice and went to a bush, rolling up a shoe with its tongue and appearing in front of everyone.

It spat out the shoe, turned to Brian and barked, "Woof-woof~ (The scent of a corpse~)"

Brian glanced at the shoe size and nodded, "Shi San, go!"

They removed the manhole cover, and everyone went down the ladder in turn.

Below was a large circular concrete pipe; the recessed bottom section had some relatively clean water and wasn’t emitting any unpleasant scent, just a cold breeze.

On one side was a concrete-built terrace and road.

But overall, the environment was pitch-dark with little light shining down.

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