Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 57 - 49: Bullets Are More Persuasive Than Words

Chapter 57: Chapter 49: Bullets Are More Persuasive Than Words

The location of the homicide.

It was inside a motel on the highway from Los Angeles to Long Beach.

Long Beach is a major city in the Greater Los Angeles area, currently with a population of nearly 400,000, making it the second largest city in terms of population. It has one of the world’s top ten ports in terms of throughput and its endless coastline has spurred a thriving tourism industry.

Every year, many people come to vacation in Long Beach.

The more people there are, the more likely problems will arise.

Especially since many places lack surveillance.

Moreover, in the United States, once you leave the city, the mobile signals are as crappy as dog shit.

If you really encounter danger,

There’s no way to call for help.

While Brian was at the Forensic Bureau, he would hear about a significant number of highway murders every year.

But it was rare to see one in a motel, with such a brutal method.

Because the more brutal the method, the more attention the police will pay.

A shooting compared to a skinning, the social impact is completely different.

Also, leaving a body in a motel.

The body is very likely to be discovered.

It is not the murderer’s first choice of location!

Even if someone commits murder in a motel, anyone with a sane mind would buy a large suitcase and take the body away to a wilderness to dispose of it.

Brian’s intuition told him.

There was something off about this case!

...

On the road.

Brian shared his analysis with Susan, who had little experience in this area.

Susan shook her head,

"Perhaps.

But past experiences can’t be applied to the present.

In fact,

After the Blood Moon, the crime rate in the entire Los Angeles area increased by more than 300 percent.

Only a minority were uncontrollable Mutants.

Most were impulsive murders by people who, while not infected, had their emotions amplified by the Blood Moon radiation."

Brian was surprised, "Could ordinary people also be affected by the Blood Moon?"

"Not just ordinary people.

It should be said that, in the year or two after the Blood Moon, most ’spiritual’ beings were affected.

This includes some animals!"

Worry flashed in Susan’s eyes, "It’s because of the lack of information flow in the past that most ordinary people are not sensitive enough to these things, who knows what will happen in the future."

Seeing Brian deep in thought,

Susan lit a cigarette and continued,

"Do you know why we have so much authority, to shoot directly without needing administrative leave?

This is the reason!

Our duty is to ensure that the lives of ordinary people are not impacted by the aftershocks of the Blood Moon.

But keeping our own lives safe is even more important!"

Brian nodded.

This was the difference between America and the frontline department in his previous life.

Here,

If the benefits are sufficient,

I might consider it.

Too dangerous?

Sorry,

Then I can’t take it.

Even if you are the President!

...

Susan still valued Brian, her ’talented’ subordinate.

Afraid that he hadn’t understood her point,

She said more directly, "Brian, what I mean is, in future cases, if you feel something is wrong, don’t hesitate, shoot directly. Whatever consequences arise, I’ll cover for you!"

Brian nodded, "Understood, Boss."

Working with this kind of leader,

It really is great!

After fulfilling the obsession, life will be much more comfortable.

It’s just that the execution rate for criminals will be high.

Brian felt he might earn himself a nickname: Bloodthirsty Autopsy Officer.

Hmm...

It sounded pretty good.

Susan heard Brian call her Boss and her eyes narrowed into crescents, excitedly flooring the gas pedal.

The first time someone called her that.

Happy.

...

The case was assigned to Los Angeles.

Naturally, it wouldn’t be too far from the city center.

Half an hour later.

A sign built out of worn tires appeared before Susan and her companion.

Beside the sign, a police car was parked.

By the license plate and paint job, it should be the highway patrol that arrived first.

Susan glanced at the motel name, slowed down, and pulled over to the side of the road.

This was a modestly sized motel offering lodging, temporary rooms, wired telephone communication, food, and fueling services.

But that was just the facade.

These kinds of motels near the city center mainly served as safe battlegrounds for those committing adultery.

Ever since motels and drive-in theaters became popular across the United States, "Where’s Daddy?" had become a major social issue in the country.

With that, the number of sensational TV shows and radio programs had surged.

Some watched for amusement.

Some saw a reflection of themselves.

And others were researching how to find their biological fathers...

When Susan and Brian entered the motel, they saw seven or eight pairs of men and women with various expressions, waiting in place.

The ground was littered with a pile of cigarette butts.

Behind the counter, a whiskered white man pacing back and forth with a shotgun, somewhat resembling the live-action version of Dave from Plants vs. Zombies, appeared particularly restless.

Besides these people,

There were two men, one white and one black, dressed in police uniforms, blocking the entrance.

The arrival of Susan and her partner immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Susan wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation.

She instinctively looked towards Brian.

Brian, sensing the moment, stepped forward.

After confirming their identities with the two highway patrol officers, he looked at the rest of the people, "LAPD, who called it in?"

"Me!" exclaimed the middle-aged white man behind the counter, promptly setting down his shotgun and stepping out, "I’m the owner of this motel. When cleaning the rooms today, I found that a female guest who came late last night, was killed and hung on the wall, just like..."

The thought of that scene.

Even the motel owner, who did not seem like an easy person, had a gagging reaction.

Brian nodded, about to say something,

When a white man from the waiting crowd, seeing Brian’s friendly demeanor, said rather aggressively, "Officer, my girlfriend and I have a very important meeting to attend to, can we..."

"Shut up!"

Brian’s friendly expression changed as he looked sternly at the man who had spoken out, "Every person at the crime scene is a suspect. If you want to be charged with obstructing justice, which could affect your work and credit record, then keep getting in our way!"

Although he had not handled cases before,

His colleague Tom had often shared with Brian his past experiences in investigations.

Due to rampant drug abuse, the widespread use of marijuana, and permissive education, the incidence of non-compliant (NC) individuals in this country was not low.

So, when handling a case, he must never show a pleasant face!

Once you do,

It would only complicate matters.

But Brian had still underestimated the limits of NC.

The man’s female companion, instead of being scared off, sneered, "I’m a field reporter for the Los Angeles Times, officer, may I ask for your badge number, I..."

It was a story handed to her on a silver platter!

The dark muzzle of a gun

Directly silenced the reporter’s words.

She let out a scream and fell to the floor in fright.

She wanted a story, but surely not to become the story herself!

Susan retracted her revolver and turned to the two highway patrol officers:

"Call the switchboard to check these two people’s identities!

If they are married, get their spouses to verify the situation.

If they are single, contact their employers to confirm.

And remember to make it clear that they were obstructing and threatening the police during an investigation at the motel!"

Hissss~

Without a second thought, the other couples quickly distanced themselves from the two who had spoken up.

As for the outspoken man and woman, their complexions worsened.

Now they were really done for.

Not only was their marriage in jeopardy,

But their jobs were at risk as well...

After dealing with the vocal man and woman,

Susan raised an eyebrow at Brian, "Pal, you’re too soft. Bullets are more persuasive than words!"

Upon hearing her unguarded comment,

The unlucky lodgers bowed their heads even lower.

Only one or two female guests couldn’t help but take a couple of glances at Susan, wanting to approach her for contact information...

What a spirited policewoman!

Brian had grown accustomed to Susan’s way of doing things.

He shrugged, "Alright, let’s go up and check out the crime scene first."

Under the guidance of the owner,

The three of them arrived at the fourth room on the third floor.

"Room 304..."

Brian felt he had some sort of connection with this room number.