Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 94 - 86: You Solved the Case with Just One Look? (Added 1 more for the alliance leader ’Ao Ao Ao Ya Ya Ya’)

Chapter 94: Chapter 86: You Solved the Case with Just One Look? (Added 1 more for the alliance leader ’Ao Ao Ao Ya Ya Ya’)

Susan looked bewildered.

She didn’t know what Brian had discovered, but she still didn’t hesitate to threaten Ma Haus:

"The organization sells drugs, or teaches students!

I’m really worried that before you even make it to jail, those angry fathers will shove their guns into your mouth and blow your pig head off!"

When it came to people she recognized,

she never backed down.

Facing the threats from this pair,

Ma Haus waved his sweat towel in furious anger, "Slander! This is slander! I’m going to complain about you. You actually defame a respected principal, I..."

A badge was thrown onto his desk.

Brian pointed to the NW logo on the badge,

"Sorry, Mr. Ma Haus, we are not the detectives you think we are.

NW is above all law enforcement units in Los Angeles!

What the detectives can’t do, we can.

The guns the detectives dare not fire, we dare to fire.

The badge in front of you does not represent our law enforcer status, but a legal license to kill bestowed upon us by the government!

We’re busy today, we have many cases to handle, please cooperate, or we’ll have to communicate with you in a different way."

Susan had a natural talent for using violence.

Without Brian needing to say anything, she had already crossed her arms and blocked the office door.

Shi San sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere.

Being small but defiant, it jumped twice and stood on the desk, also baring its teeth at Ma Haus, trying to look fiercely cute.

Ma Haus:...

With the atmosphere like this,

what more could he say?

...

Watching Ma Haus being taken away by the police car,

Susan finally couldn’t help it and patted Brian’s shoulder, "Why did you know there was something wrong with Ma Haus, and what exactly is that lid with the mummy pattern?"

After Brian and Old Hardenn finished their talk, he hung up the phone.

He looked at Susan with a smiling face, "You actually managed to hold back your questions until now, good patience."

Seeing the smile on Brian’s face, Susan itched to punch him, "Before my fist lands on your face, hurry up and explain!"

Why hadn’t she realized how annoying this guy was before!

Seeing Susan raise her fist, Brian quickly said,

"It’s mainly because of that lid.

That wooden box is for mummy powder.

In the past, some wealthy people thought mummies had a virility-enhancing effect, so after buying mummies, they ground them into powder, and then took it each time for a boost."

"Mummies?" Susan couldn’t help covering her mouth, "Isn’t that like eating corpses?"

"Yes, it is eating corpses.

In the 16th and 17th centuries, Europeans almost ran out of mummies from Egypt, thinking mummies had magical powers because they do not decay, so they studied many ways to eat them.

Back then mummies were called ’mummies on the tip of the tongue.’

This practice gradually disappeared in modern times.

But secretly, based on the idea that mummies give virility and longevity, this kind of trade has actually continued.

After all, whatever is mentioned about virility and longevity, even if it’s a pile of dog poop, men with needs will try a bite to test its effects."

At this point,

even Brian couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

During his previous ineffectual part-time job phase, he had almost tried every available virility drug on the market, so he was quite knowledgeable about it.

Just then,

a passing female patrol officer, seeing Brian’s smile, suspiciously glanced at his lower body and showed an awkward smile, raising her eyebrows at Brian, "Hmm?"

Brian:...

He rolled his eyes and pulled Susan into the car, "Let’s go, we have another case."

In front of an old driver, a few words could expose him.

Susan was still more innocent.

...

Holding Shi San, Susan curiously watched the female patrol officer’s retreating figure, "Brian, what was that strange expression and gesture about?"

"I don’t know, maybe she’s just being weird."

Brian started the car and shifted the topic,

"Mummies, due to their unique manufacturing crafts, all have distinctive smells, like the sweetness of honey, the strong scent of spices, or the smell of brine, so those who consume mummies also retain these scents.

Shi San barked at those bags because they too had the scent of mummy on them.

This probably was hush money given to Ma Haus by that client."

In the United States, although there are $100 bills, most people still prefer to use smaller denominations since they are more convenient.

This also leads to large cash transactions either being carried in boxes or bags.

Ma Haus, the pimp, was locked down.

The killer couldn’t escape either.

But as for the chain of evidence, it needed old Hardenn to rack his brains.

Susan was straightforward.

Without much thought, she bowed her head and rubbed Shi San’s head, praising, "Shi San, you’re amazing. If you keep this up, I’ll apply for a position for you."

Although Shi San was full of spirit, it wasn’t spiritual enough to understand human speech.

It only knew by Susan’s actions that this upright female dog was in a good mood, so it wagged its tail, stuck out its tongue, turned its head, and licked Susan’s little hand.

"Licking dog..."

Looking at Susan’s little hand, which he hadn’t even touched, being licked by Shi San, Brian felt a sourness in his mouth.

He simply focused on driving.

Today was really packed with cases.

The female corpse they had just dealt with was still lying fixed on the morgue trolley in the trunk of the car.

...

On the road.

The two bought three fast-food meals at a drive-thru and ate while rushing to the next crime scene.

It was past one in the afternoon.

Brian and Susan arrived in a typical community.

This case was a home invasion shooting involving a homeless man.

The homeowners, a couple, reported it.

According to the homeowners’ statements,

they had found a homeless man in their living room that morning, searching for food in the refrigerator.

After they called the police, the homeless man didn’t leave but instead grabbed a knife from the kitchen and continuously kicked their bedroom door, trying to harm them.

Eventually, the male homeowner had shot and killed the homeless man.

California supports the Castle Doctrine.

What is the Castle Doctrine?

Simply put, it means that if someone attempts to forcibly enter your private residence, the homeowner has the right to use force or firearms to kill the intruder to protect themselves and their family.

Some states even extend the Castle Doctrine to private vehicles and workplaces, leading to incidents where a parking spot dispute escalated to killing the aggressor first, then claiming the rights to use the parking spot.

This case shouldn’t have been transferred to them.

With confusion,

Brian and Susan approached the patrol officer stationed there.

After introducing themselves,

Brian expressed his doubt, "Is there something wrong with this case?"

"It was my partner who thought there was something off about this case," a white police officer pointed to his Black partner, "he’s a rookie I’m training. I think he’s just being too nervous."

That wasn’t a good assessment.

Mental state is an important factor in determining whether an officer can handle the job.

This guy was trying to ruin his rookie.

The Black patrol officer looked young.

He explained somewhat uneasily, "The homeless man who was killed seemed quite old, a seasoned beggar, who should’ve known where to safely get food. He couldn’t have randomly shown up in someone’s home, and the surveillance system here broke down the day before yesterday, which doesn’t provide video evidence of the intrusion. All of these details are just too coincidental."

The white detective sneered in response, "The homeowners are tax-paying citizens with legitimate jobs. I don’t think they’d harm an unknown homeless person. What about the distinct footprints on the bedroom door—are you blind?"

He murmured a few more words under his breath.

Though inaudible, the tone was clearly not flattering.

The young Black officer clenched his fists.

If it wasn’t for the job, he would have smashed his so-called partner’s head in long ago, this racist asshole!

...

"Let’s first check out the crime scene."

Brian was not interested in getting involved in this mess.

He signaled to Susan with a glance, and they entered the cordoned-off house.

Inside, a young man and woman sat on the couch, heads down and not talking, clearly troubled.

In front of them, an elderly Black man was lying in a pool of blood, facing the direction of the bedroom, holding a long fruit knife, with seven to eight chaotic bullet wounds visible on his chest.

Besides,

a blood-red little ball floated above the corpse of the Black man.

It was the manifestation of "Obsession."

Brian didn’t hurry to collect the Obsession Little Ball.

His gaze followed the corpse to the bedroom door.

It was evident that the situation had been intense—several parts of the door were kicked in.

Brian glanced at the obvious footprints on the bedroom door and the shoes of the homeless man, then said to Susan, "This is a murder case. Have those two patrol officers outside take these two murderers back to our office to record their statements."

As Susan, who was preparing to let Shi San sniff around, dumbfoundedly raised her head, "Huh?"

Didn’t we just get here?

Did you solve the case with just one look?