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Chapter 56 - 48: Difficult, New Case

Chapter 56: Chapter 48: Difficult, New Case

"There’s one thing to say."

"This feeling of eliminating the other party, and still being able to refresh their obsession."

"It’s truly exhilarating."

"I just don’t know what the obsession in this Obsession Little Ball is."

Brian quickened his pace with his cane.

It seemed he heard some noise.

The staff who were originally patching up the mutilated bodies stood up, looked up, then showed a surprised expression, "Brian?"

"Tom?"

Brian was also surprised.

Because it was Tom, a colleague from the Forensic Bureau he had a good relationship with.

Speaking of which.

The death of A1 group leader Vadim, caused by an explosion set by Brian, was also related to Tom.

If it hadn’t been for Tom calling Brian to work overtime at the Forensic Bureau in the middle of the night.

Brian wouldn’t have killed the beast, Andres, for the sake of his obsession.

Not killing the beast, Andres.

Investigator Galan wouldn’t have directly aimed the counter-threat at Brian.

Unexpectedly, in the end.

It was still Tom who was responsible for gathering Vadim’s body.

It had to be said.

This was a dark humor.

The two hadn’t seen each other for nearly a month.

Now it seemed.

Tom had joined group B1.

When Tom saw Brian’s leg wrapped up, he quickly put down the piece of flesh he was holding, and asked with concern, "Brian, buddy, what happened to your leg?"

Brian shrugged, "Got hit by a kid high on marijuana riding a motorcycle, is this the body of the deceased?"

Tom, knowing that Brian had also joined group B6 and seeing him access the crime scene, didn’t bother with secrecy, and nodded:

"The deceased was the leader of the A1 group.

This guy, it seems, stole someone’s wife and also caused the unfortunate man’s death, which provoked a vicious butcher. While he was sleeping, he was blown to pieces."

"A butcher?"

"Yes, the surveillance captured the appearance of the killer.

He was rather tall.

According to the support pillars in front of the door, he was nearly one meter ninety, wearing a butcher’s leather apron, and masked with a pig head.

It’s a lot like a butcher from a plasma movie.

Group leader Aiden also thought it was fitting, so he used ’Butcher’ as the code name for the killer.

The guy was arrogant, first wrote the motive at the entrance, left behind a pig head toy, and after doing all this, he pulled the detonator cord and threw it into the second floor.

The execution had a strong sense of ritual!

I feel this isn’t his first offense!"

After listening to Tom.

Brian noncommittally nodded, "It seems the other party is very confident, isn’t afraid you’ll gather useful clues from surveillance."

Tom scoffed,

"You’re wrong.

Brian, it might seem so to an outsider.

But for us investigators who often handle cases, there are too many flaws.

For instance, the guy’s shoes seemed to increase his height by at least five or six centimeters, and his walking posture was a bit uncoordinated, obviously, he was padding his feet.

Also, remove the thickness of that pig head mask.

I estimate the butcher’s real barefoot height is probably between one meter eighty to one meter eighty-three.

Additionally, although the butcher seemed corpulent, his exposed hands gave away his approximate body shape.

There’s more..."

"Wait!"

Susan, who had not spoken until now, interrupted Tom’s exhaustive analysis, "Buddy, what did you say was the motive of the killer?"

Tom looked at Brian.

Brian shrugged, "This is our B6 group leader, Miss Susan Adams. Miss Susan and the male deceased didn’t have a very good relationship."

"Is that so!" Tom quickly changed the subject, lowered his voice, and started gossiping, "I heard from group leader Aiden that this leader of the A1 group, wasn’t a good person..."

...

Watching the two conspiring together to gossip.

Brian inwardly chuckled.

He wasn’t worried about Tom’s analysis.

It was all intentionally staged by him.

For instance, the shoes weren’t padded and had even thinned soles.

And like the hands that seemed unproblematic were actually wearing thick flesh-colored latex gloves...

If Aiden and his team really believed their ’experienced talk’.

They would only be misled.

This is the disgusting part about crimes committed by professionals: you can’t really tell if the clues left behind are unintentional or deliberate...

...

While the two weren’t paying attention.

Brian walked in front of Vadim’s hearse.

Vadim’s body, due to an attempt to get up and dodge before death, exposed more of his body, the devastation was a bit more severe than the female corpse beside him.

However, looking at the remaining face.

This guy wasn’t bad-looking in life.

Brian pretended to make the sign of the cross over the body, didn’t make any contact with the body, then turned around and left, pretending to be tired from standing, found a step to sit down, and pulled out a cigarette to light.

From a distance.

Group leader Aiden from B1 silently shifted his gaze away, returning to the surveillance playback.

He wasn’t suspicious of Susan and Brian, it was just his nature.

Except for himself.

He trusted no one!

...

Brian still didn’t know his cautiousness had spared him trouble.

As the red Obsession Little Ball shattered.

A message flashed through his mind, "I want to feel Susan Adams’s adoration and gratitude!"

Hmm?

Susan Adams?

Brian instinctively looked towards Susan’s retreating figure.

Susan, who had been laughing heartily, felt something, suddenly turned around, and met Brian’s intense gaze.

She looked down at her jeans stretched tight like yoga pants, her face flashed with embarrassed anger, and she glared at Brian, "If you want to look, just look. Sneaking around is so pathetic!"

Tom, seeing this, his sunken eyes twinkled with amusement.

Brian, the team leader, was quite the character.

Brian: ..

He awkwardly turned his head away.

Damn!

Talk about social suicide!

...

Susan still had things to keep her busy.

After the gossip.

She took Brian back with her.

On the way.

Brian wondered if it was because of his earlier sneaky behavior.

Susan was tight-lipped the entire trip, showing no intention of chatting with Brian.

Brian sighed, "Team Leader, you misunderstood, I wasn’t peeking, it was just..."

"Misunderstood!"

"Didn’t peek?"

Susan suddenly swerved the car dramatically to the side of the road and stopped, her expression unfriendly as she looked at Brian, "Are you saying my figure isn’t attractive enough for you?"

Brian: ..

Should I have looked at her or not?

To be honest.

If Susan weren’t so terrifying,

Both her appearance and figure would completely win his heart!

Seeing Brian play dead.

Disappointment flickered in Susan’s eyes as she tossed a cigarette to Brian, "Aren’t you curious about the grudge between me and Vadim?"

Brian eagerly lit the cigarette for Susan, nodding, "Yes, and I noticed that all these team leaders, including you, seem very wealthy."

Susan nodded,

"You’re not wrong.

My full name is Susan Adams. Most of the high-end hotels in Los Angeles are owned by the Adams family.

Vadim comes from a good background too.

We knew each other since we were kids."

While speaking.

Susan blew out a smoke ring, her eyes showing a hint of disgust:

"Actually.

Vadim had been a playmate I used to beat up since we were kids.

I felt he was too gentle, but I didn’t dislike him until his family approached mine, seeking a marriage alliance...

I only like those who are stronger than me.

So I refused.

My father was very angry.

Vadim felt humiliated, and we cut off contact.

But looking back now, I made the right choice.

Vadim is so hypocritical and repulsive.

Anyway, that’s all in the past."

Finished talking.

Susan lost the desire to chat, threw away her cigarette, and restarted the car, driving towards the city center.

...

Susan Adams really was the team leader!

After hearing Susan’s explanation, Brian had some revelations.

No wonder Vadim’s obsession was to feel Susan Adams’s adoration and gratitude!

Probably, Vadim, who had been beaten up by Susan since childhood, harbored this obsession since then.

The problem was.

How could he make someone as stubborn as Susan admire and be grateful to him?

Self-direct and play the hero?

Brian glanced at the two large revolvers at Susan’s waist and sighed inwardly.

More like the beauty saves the hero.

This obsession was a tough nut to crack!

...

Approaching Brian’s apartment.

A phone call interrupted Susan’s drive.

The caller was Old Hardenn, "Team leader, the emergency center has an urgent notification. A female body, stripped and hanged, was found in the suburbs, and we need to cut our vacation short and head to the crime scene, although I can’t get hold of Ivan and Glenn..."

"No problem.

Brian is right here with me.

He’s very capable!"

After getting the approximate location, Susan without asking for Brian’s opinion, immediately turned the car around, and once again headed for the suburbs...