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Chapter 331 - 212: A Collection of Bizarre Cases, The Fourth Case_3

Chapter 331: Chapter 212: A Collection of Bizarre Cases, The Fourth Case_3

Brian nodded his thanks to the two and asked Tom to make inquiries while he entered the convenience store.

...

The convenience store was small, probably about forty square meters, stocked with common goods, but it had an extra selection of Hua Country’s dishes.

Some of these were Brian’s favorites, like the "Old Lady’s Hot Sauce."

This condiment was in limited quantity here and mostly bought by Hua Country immigrants despite its steep price, but it still sold pretty well.

That made sense, given that many immigrants found it hard to adapt to the local food at first, and if they couldn’t cook, using ready-made condiments from Hua Country was a great solution.

Brian always had to call ahead to reserve his purchases at the store.

Yes, most supermarkets here didn’t carry these items, only some Chinese-owned stores had their own channels to stock up, unlike the convenience of e-commerce back in Brian’s previous life.

But this convenience store was strange.

Brian noticed a thick layer of dust on these popular Hua Country dishes.

This meant not only were the sales poor, but the goods had been neglected for a long time.

Moreover,

Picking up any product from the store, one could see it had been produced over a year ago, which fit the image of a store with dismal sales due to a poor location.

The victim was lying face-down in front of the counter with a handful of change still in his right hand.

Brian put on gloves and moved forward to inspect.

The cause of death was clear, with seven or eight bullet holes in his chest and blood had splattered all over the floor; a broken handle of a shotgun lay beneath the counter.

It was broken because the other half was still hanging on a hidden hook.

A scenario flashed in Brian’s mind: facing the robbery, the Chinese clerk was trying to draw out money while reaching for the gun to retaliate, but was shot.

After killing the clerk, the robber fled immediately.

Because a typical robber wouldn’t leave behind the scattered cash totaling over a hundred US dollars in the dead man’s hand.

That amount of money wasn’t insignificant, enough for a convenience store robber to squander for a day or two.

Brian lifted the victim’s face.

The victim looked young, probably just over twenty, with a quintessentially Hua Country face, handsome, and with a strong build, his muscle contours apparent, a clear sign of regular exercise.

This guy hadn’t been in the United States for long!

Brian could tell his identity at a glance.

The reason was simple; even if he was an immigrant, after living in the United States for more than three years, his overall appearance would show marked differences from those still in Hua Country.

How to put it...

Unless he was an undocumented worker who always stayed in the Chinese community and rarely socialized, these individuals would gradually transform into what Americans perceive as a Hua Country person.

It was a curious phenomenon, but it was true.

"This case looks strange. Running a convenience store doesn’t seem to be about doing business. The robber doesn’t seem to be after money but just to kill..."

Brian mused, suspecting something was off about the convenience store itself.

...

There weren’t many clues left at the scene.

After examining the site, Brian activated his enhanced sense of smell and successfully detected the scent of gun smoke mixed with a faint smell of sweat and machine oil.

The mix was probably the robber’s lingering scent.

This was likely the most useful clue Brian had found.

Brian glanced at the surveillance camera blown apart by a gunshot and the noticeably absent recording equipment, then walked out to talk to the store owner himself.

The owner, a middle-aged Chinese immigrant, was talking to Tom.

Seeing this,

Brian waved to a white man in a suit, who was smoking and looking impatient, "Buddy, can we talk?"

The white man, seeing the badge on Brian’s collar, nodded, "Hello, officer. My name is Bruce, the Client Manager at Ada Insurance Company."

"Is this convenience store often robbed?"

Brian asked directly.

Bruce looked at Brian in surprise and nodded vigorously, "Yes, the guy is cunning, specifically insured with smaller companies like ours, and because he is of Chinese descent, which made us let our guard down. We didn’t realize he’d been rejected by many other insurance companies until now; I just found out about this information."

Generally, Chinese people have a good reputation in this country, at least appearing honest at first impression.

Hearing this, Brian understood.

It was as he had suspected.

Due to the particularities of insurance companies in the United States, there was often no shared information database among them, leading to certain groups systematically committing insurance fraud.

Of course, this lack of regulation also meant that many insurance companies weren’t easy targets.

It was a game of wit and shamelessness between the two, with the winner taking all.

He had a good idea of what was going on with this case!

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