Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 60 - 52 K9 Unit, Police Dog Tracking (Raising a Book Again, Release the Dogs!)

Chapter 60: Chapter 52 K9 Unit, Police Dog Tracking (Raising a Book Again, Release the Dogs!)

"Are you sure?"

Susan looked at Brian in surprise.

She couldn’t figure out why Brian was confident about solving such a bizarre and clue-scarce case!

Brian shrugged, "Have you forgotten? There’s still a missing person in this case."

The murderer should never have,

taken his dog!

That was a fatal mistake by the opponent!

"Missing person..."

Susan was initially bewildered but soon realized, "Are you referring to that Labrador Retriever?"

Brian nodded, "Yes, no matter how strange the murderer’s methods are, we can at least be sure that the dog disappeared from the room, and the only exit from room 304 is the window. Let’s call for the K9 squad’s support."

"Brian, you’re so clever!"

Susan’s face lit up with joy, and obediently she took out a slightly bulky phone from her waist and made the call.

The K9 squad is a special operations team from the Los Angeles Detective Bureau, comprising 1 lieutenant commander, 4 officers, 16 policemen, and several police dogs...

Yes.

It’s a police canine unit!

...

While there was still time.

Brian asked the owner for an empty room.

He closed the door.

Brian walked into the bathroom somewhat melancholy and took off his trousers...

More than half an hour later.

Laura’s obsession was completed.

Under the Supercomputer Perception.

Brian knew more clearly the energy "Gift" he had received: Energy +5.

One unit of energy could repair a not so serious fracture once.

Five units.

Using it to enhance the body might not be very effective.

But for saving his life and using the Fury adrenal talent, it was perfect.

Besides that.

Laura also generously offered a specialized skill: side kick.

From previous surveillance, Laura’s combat ability was evident to be strong.

For such professional skills burst out.

Brian was very interested.

Sadly, absorbing the skill.

Took a long time.

Now was not the right moment.

...

After washing his hands several times.

Brian stood by the window again, letting the air through for quite a while until he felt the smell on his body had almost dissipated, then, leaning on his crutch, he returned to the front desk.

Susan was passing time by juggling bullets.

Just as she was about to ask Brian if he had rested well.

Suddenly.

Susan sniffled twice and said somewhat curiously, "Why do I smell Heather?"

Heathers are native to North America.

However, there are few people who like to grow them in Los Angeles.

Brian: "..."

Being thick-skinned and quick-witted, he immediately changed the subject, "Not sure, it might be the smell from that room. By the way, how much longer until the K9 squad arrives?"

Susan didn’t dwell on it either and casually said, "They should be here in about ten minutes. Also, while you were resting, the new survey assistant recruited by our team has already packed up the victim’s body and the evidence from the scene."

It was then that Brian remembered, Susan had mentioned earlier that she had recruited an outside-duty assistant for him.

The person also hailed from the Forensic Bureau.

However, the two had not yet met.

Curiously, Brian asked, "What’s his name?"

"Rechter, a quiet guy, one of my friends referred him," Susan said as she pulled out a tuft of yellow dog hair. "He found this dog hair while collecting the victim’s body, it can be used for tracking later."

Rechter...

An image of a Caucasian young man flashed through Brian’s mind.

He actually knew the guy.

Like Brian, Rechter was also a Forensic Bureau, Forensic Department assistant.

To some extent.

Brian was a slacker.

But this Rechter, he was talented.

He had been at the Forensic Bureau for almost five or six years ahead of Brian.

Rechter had served under several forensic doctors, known for his quick learning, strong comprehension, and had knowledge comparable to some formal forensic doctors. Most importantly, he was even taken as an apprentice by the last Autopsy Officer at the Forensic Bureau!

What did that signify?

Well, put it this way.

The Los Angeles County Forensic Bureau implements a system where the Chief Forensic Doctor and the Autopsy Officer are one and the same. The same person manages the Bureau’s operations and forensic authentication work.

In other words.

Rechter’s master was the former head of the Forensic Bureau.

Such a character.

Not going to Team A and instead, coming to Team B through someone’s introduction to be my assistant?

Brian instinctively smelled trouble.

This wasn’t about whether he could maintain his position.

He worried that Rechter, this guy, didn’t join Team B6 for work, but for Team Leader Susan!

As the saying goes, a lowly person overlooks others.

Brian wasn’t exactly a noble person himself and tended to judge others with bias.

His impression of Rechter, his former colleague, instantaneously plummeted to negative one hundred!

Two tigers can’t share one mountain, unless one is male and the other female!

This Rechter had it all figured out!

...

Seeing Brian staring blankly.

Susan tapped his head and continued,

"Rechter is amazing.

He found a hidden locking wheel on a gypsum board at the top of room 304.

That’s probably why the killer easily fixed the victim to the wall.

Plus, after the victim was taken down.

Guess what was stuffed inside her body?"

"Oh~"

Listening to Susan praising Rechter, Brian responded somewhat jealously, "What did he find?"

"Straw!"

Susan, like a little girl discussing a horror plot, continued,

"The victim’s organs were neatly processed by the killer and thrown into a suitcase, then the killer stuffed straw into it.

If we hadn’t taken down the body, we would have never realized she was hollow inside."

She rubbed her goosebump-ridden arms, "Brian, I’ve seen those horror movies before where they skin and stuff straw into scarecrows, and I’ve heard of similar crimes, but this is the first time I’ve seen this in person."

Brian nodded, "Indeed, it’s rare."

Susan continued sharing what she had learned during the half hour while Brian was away,

"Rechter said,

this killing style with a strong personal signature,

is either a serial killer,

or some cult using this specific method for a ritual.

He plans to go back and investigate."

You could tell,

she was very pleased with this new subordinate.

Seeing this, Brian felt even more sour.

Rechter said~

Rechter is amazing~

Before today,

those words were used to praise himself!

Huh.

Women.

Brian couldn’t be bothered to engage in Susan’s conversation.

...

Susan had no idea that Brian was being so petty.

She thought Brian just hadn’t rested well and didn’t want to talk, so she shut her mouth and started juggling bullets, entertaining herself.

Ten minutes later,

four large, modified black pickup trucks arrived at the small motel,

pulling several iron cages.

Also coming were six cross-country motorcycles with sling baskets.

It was unclear whether it was Susan’s influence or NW’s mighty power.

The K9 operation team, directly sent two squads, a total of ten people, equipped with fifteen robust dogs in bulletproof vests, fully armed not only with rifles but also carrying two infrared detectors.

This device isn’t as amazing as in the movies where you can see human figures through walls,

but in the wilderness,

its night vision effect after tuning is almost like having a "perspective hack"!

Seeing this external support,

Susan felt like a general ready for battle, eager to try.

She took out the collected dog hair and approached the leading officers.

After explaining the situation,

over a dozen dogs sniffed the hair and began searching the ground under room 304.

Just ten minutes later,

a German Shepherd barked loudly a few times.

The rest of the dogs quickly swarmed forward and started running into the wilderness along the ground.

"Follow up!"

A K9 lead officer got on a cross-country motorcycle and waved his hand.

Two people per vehicle, they immediately followed the dogs and left the motel.

..

Brian was enjoying watching the dogs search, thinking about learning a trick or two.

Who could have predicted that this group would leave so abruptly!

Watching Susan sit in the sling of a police officer’s motorcycle and disappear into the distance,

Brian panicked.

He leaned on his crutch and shouted, "I haven’t gotten on yet, Captain, I haven’t gotten on yet.."

"Susan... your leg is inconvenient, just stay here and watch the cars, wait for my good news..."

With Susan’s voice gradually fading away,

Brian stood there dumbfounded, like a statue waiting for her husband.

Damn!

He brought this upon himself.

He wanted to go find the dog!

The thing is,

this case,

Brian suspected that the killer was a Mutant.

If he could casually pick up a Mutant’s obsession and acquire a new twisted talent, wouldn’t that be wonderful?

"Whatever, with so many people in action, nothing bad should happen; I’ll just reap the rewards later..."

Brian reassured himself and returned to the motel.

...

Upstairs.

The owner, who looked like Crazy Dave from Plants vs Zombies, watched the departing K9 squad and grinned, but as he did, the skin on his face seemed to have lost its adhesion to the flesh, sagging down...