Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 98 - 88 Shi San Warning

Chapter 98: Chapter 88 Shi San Warning

The office had been refurbished with a new desk and computer.

Sitting at his workstation,

Brian was browsing through his emails.

Overnight, he received more than two hundred new emails.

Some were from former colleagues at the Forensic Bureau, while the others were from female police officers unknown to Brian. The content of the emails included congratulations from acquaintances, and from strangers, there were attempts to curry favor, requests for dates, and even some who wanted to offer quid pro quo arrangements...

Some bold female officers sent their casual life photos and uniform pictures, not forgetting to include their contact information.

Among them were even two women over forty from the police department’s upper echelon.

Brian felt somewhat helpless about this.

Was he just slightly handsome and talented?

Couldn’t these women be more subtle?

What did they mean by booking a room and asking him to discuss job transfers and promotions?

Was he that kind of person?

He had reformed now, wanting only to rely on his talent to make a living!

But on the other hand,

If the person involved was Susan, even if she forced Brian to live in a villa, drive fancy cars, eat lavish meals, and not work, he would willingly comply.

...

Old Hardenn, carrying his coffee and the dark circles from staying up all night, said to Brian enviously,

"The department rarely publicizes a case while it is still under process. The internal affairs division must be trying to use your situation to boost morale, which has declined due to terrorist attacks."

There were many capable of solving complex cases,

But extensive publicity and creating a buzz were rarer.

That required an opportunity.

Brian had just encountered such an opportunity.

It was simply good luck.

And there were numerous benefits.

The police news was broadcast across the entire Los Angeles administrative system, including those in higher positions.

Perhaps because of this police announcement, Brian might be remembered by some leader, who could offer him a direct promotion on future occasions, making his career smooth sailing from then on.

Besides,

Having a small amount of fame compared to being unknown produced different outcomes when attempting the same tasks.

Not to mention,

If you needed assistance on a case,

Being unknown, the patrol officers might help you, but with reluctant and half-hearted efforts,

Everyone was on a salary,

You couldn’t blame them.

On the contrary,

When they saw it was Brian, known for his adeptness in handling cases,

They might voluntarily call their friends and sincerely help you with your tasks.

After all, solving the case would benefit them too.

Such was the power of reputation.

In conclusion,

Joining the NW Action Department’s B6 unit, Brian had already made a modest name for himself among mostly anonymous colleagues, setting a good starting point for himself.

...

Today, something was unusual.

It was past ten.

Susan had not yet shown up for work.

Yet a new case had arrived.

The new female worker, Edna, who had worked overtime last night, couldn’t help but complain, "It feels like there are a lot more murder cases now than before. People seem more impatient these days, quick to resort to killing."

Old Hardenn yawned beside her, "It’s normal, it’ll get better in a few years."

"Why?" Edna asked puzzled, "I read in the police weekly that it’s not just Los Angeles, but the whole United States has seen a rise in severe cases. It seems like a societal issue."

Old Hardenn realized he had misspoken, quickly explaining, "I mean, the pace of life has sped up, bringing an impulsive climate. Once the pace slows, it’ll improve."

Saying this,

He looked towards Brian, changing the subject: "Someone fishing in Forest Park found a body. Since Susan hasn’t come to work yet, why don’t I join you for fieldwork today?"

According to regulations, fieldwork required at least two people.

Even NW followed this rule.

"That’s fine."

Brian stretched lazily and whistled at Shi San, who was running around.

Ivan and Glenn had not yet returned.

The team was short-staffed.

He had recently wanted to investigate the Transformer family to fulfill the Transformer’s second obsession, or to take a part-time job at the hospital morgue, but he had no time, wondering when the issues at the farm might end.

...

The two men and a dog arrived at the parking lot.

A motorcycle roared into the air, leaping over a guardrail and crashing onto the ground while simultaneously braking and drifting, stopping precisely in front of them.

Helmet removed, revealing Susan’s delicate face and blonde hair.

She looked somewhat embarrassedly at Brian and Old Hardenn, "Sorry, I slept late last night. Is there a new case?"

Old Hardenn nodded, "Yes, someone fishing found a body. We don’t know when Ivan and the others will come back, and with so many severe cases every day, boss, I think we need more field agents."

"It’s too much trouble with more people. Let’s talk later."

Susan shook her head, leaving the motorcycle to Old Hardenn, "Take care of my bike. I’m heading out with Brian."

With that,

She scooped up Shi San, who couldn’t dodge in time, and got into the passenger seat of the forensic investigation vehicle.

"Looks like you can catch up on some sleep now."

Brian laughed heartily at old Hardenn, then got into the car.

...

On the road.

Susan looked a bit lethargic, constantly yawning.

"Did you go partying last night?"

It was the first time Brian had seen Susan lacking energy.

Susan, somewhat embarrassed, glanced at Brian.

She hadn’t really slept much last night, having scrolled through cop commentaries all night.

Whenever someone praised Brian, she’d kick around happily in bed.

Whenever she saw provocative bitches, she’d angrily punch the ruffian rabbit doll she’d slept with for years.

At last, she’d fallen asleep in a daze, and had a rather shameful dream.

She certainly couldn’t tell Brian about any of this, it was too hard to say.

Seeing Susan remain silent.

Brian sniffed twice and, as if realizing something, reminded Susan, "A sudden change in daily routine could mean your period has started, did you bring any pads?"

"Pads?"

Susan, lost in thought, first puzzled, then realized what he meant, and thinking of her previous mental state, felt like Brian was mocking her being in heat!

A heavy slap landed on the unsuspecting Brian’s face.

Brian: ????

You don’t hit the face!

Brian was first dumbfounded, then furious.

What was Susan thinking!

How could he bear this?

He stopped the car and lunged at Susan!

...

Ten minutes later.

Brian emerged from a convenience store with a clear handprint on his right cheek and a bruised face.

Back in the car.

He tossed a plastic bag to Susan who, despite a bruised face, was all smiles.

Damn!

The confined space of the car didn’t allow for much movement; he didn’t win the fight!

Susan hung the bag around Shi San’s neck.

After the fight, her spirits were much improved.

Woof woof~

Shi San acted as the dog-headed hook, looking to Brian for help.

Brian gave Shi San an apologetic look, daring not to utter a word, and continued driving solemnly to the crime scene.

No choice.

The loser isn’t entitled to speak.

Susan, not only fierce with gun skills but also fearsome in hand-to-hand combat.

The exaggerated strength and response speed, coupled with her proficient joint locks, left Brian no chance in the cramped space.

It must be said, best not to provoke women during their period.

Too moody.

You just can’t figure out what they’re thinking.

Not as straightforward as men.

Brian had once studied male psychology for a while at the Forensic Bureau.

Simply put.

There are only two types of male psychology.

One is child psychology.

The other is criminal psychology.

Either childishly immature or maturely twisted.

So simple...

...

Half an hour later.

Brian drove to the work site.

It was a forest park, the crime scene still further inside; the car couldn’t go in.

The two of them and the dog had no choice but to get out and walk.

For some reason.

After getting out.

Shi San appeared very frightened, constantly whimpering in Susan’s arms, and emitting scared pheromones.

Susan cautiously scanned the surroundings, and seeing nothing unusual, then asked Brian, "What’s wrong with Shi San?"

Brian frowned and said to Susan, "Be alert, Shi San is scared, its senses are sharp, there might be danger in the forest!"

As for Shi San’s reaction.

Brian was familiar with it.

The day he wiped out an entire base and came back, Shi San had reacted just like this.

"Got it."

Susan heeded the advice, donned her custom bullet-proof vest, and stopped holding Shi San.

Brian also wore a bomb vest borrowed from his colleague Ali and carried an M4 on his back.

Fully armed.

The two of them and the dog, after locking the car, carried their tools and headed toward the forest park ahead.