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Chapter 129 - 114: Brutal Killer, Seven Dwarfs and Snow White (Extra 3 for the leader of ’Night’s Brilliance’)

Chapter 129: Chapter 114: Brutal Killer, Seven Dwarfs and Snow White (Extra 3 for the leader of ’Night’s Brilliance’)

"The victims were a family of three, and the scene we entered was a bit gruesome.

The neighboring residents were either out celebrating all night and not home, or partying loudly with a group of friends, so no one heard any unusual noises."

A patrol officer shared the information he had learned in advance.

Brian nodded, "What about the person who reported the crime?"

The patrol officer shook his head, "Someone called from a public phone at 1 PM. There were no surveillance cameras there, so we can only confirm it was a male. The report was brief, just stating that a family of three here had died."

Upon hearing this, Brian immediately realized that this case was not simple.

The call could have come from the murderer themselves,

a brazen and arrogant type.

In such cases, the investigation often becomes more difficult.

Alternatively, the call could have been made by an informant.

They, burdened by their conscience and knowing some details, would choose this anonymous method to report without wanting to provoke the murderer.

This implies that the murderer is no ordinary person.

Of course, there could also be people who report to avoid trouble, but clearly, that would not apply in this case.

...

After thanking the two patrol officers,

Brian and Glenn, wearing shoe covers, entered the apartment.

Shi San, after donning a special transparent suit to avoid shedding hair, followed them inside.

It was a high-rise on the 13th floor, with an area of approximately 150 square meters, containing four separate rooms, two bathrooms, and a living room connected to an open kitchen and a large balcony.

Without common areas,

the apartment indeed looked very spacious and large.

The first victim was found on the living room sofa.

He was a Black male in his thirties, wearing pajamas, with a large gold chain around his neck and several diamond rings on his fingers, resembling a nouveau riche.

His eyes were wide open with visible terror and residual hatred on his face, bruises and bloodstains in his mouth, and under his knees, glass shards and blood could be seen.

In front of the man on the coffee table, there were bloodstains and dried liquid residues.

On the floor in front of him, there were broken pieces of a water glass, some of which also had blood on them.

Besides,

a very bright red Obsession Little Ball was floating above the man’s body.

Brian didn’t rush to collect the Obsession Little Ball, instead, he looked towards Glenn, who had been examining the body, "Can you tell anything?"

Glenn nodded,

"The victim was probably threatened before death.

First, he was punched in the mouth, then forced to kneel on the glass-covered ground, his head being held down...

So, the victim and the murderer probably knew each other.

The key is that despite the valuables on the victim which I can’t confirm as real or fake, the murderer didn’t take them after killing him. I suspect, the motive was to force out some information or secret."

Clap Clap Clap~

Brian clapped his hands in surprise, "Glenn, you are really talented!"

Glenn replied shyly, "Mainly because I grew up in the slums, I’ve seen a lot of death scenes, and I’m somewhat familiar with these things."

As he spoke,

he pointed to the tattoos visible on the exposed skin of the Black victim:

"This man obviously came from a gang.

This tattoo is the mark of the Helen Gang.

This teardrop signifies that he has killed at least one person or that a loved one has left him. The spider web, judging by its shape, shows he’s been in prison, three times, though they shouldn’t have been serious offenses..."

Impressive.

Brian was gaining new respect for Glenn.

This kid, if nurtured, might truly be a talent.

..

Brian pulled out gloves, examined the body, and took the opportunity to collect the Obsession Little Ball.

A message flooded into his mind: "Torture that Mexican, and avenge my family!!!"

"Such strong resentment," Brian muttered to himself, and after discovering that the Obsession feedback was ten units of Gift Energy, he continued the body examination.

In a moment,

he placed his palm on the victim’s chest, pressed down, then lifted the man’s pajamas.

Underneath,

a dark blue large fist mark was shockingly visible.

Brian carefully observed the distribution of blood spots under the victim’s eyelids, concluding: This guy was beaten to death heart-stoppingly, with ribs broken by a punch of at least 900 pounds.

"The fist mark is concentrated, the force is strong, the murderer might have boxing experience, and likely a large physique."

Having concluded, Brian and Glenn continued deeper inside.

As soon as Shi San entered, he started sniffing around everywhere.

Seeing that Shi San wasn’t releasing any special pheromones, Brian let him be.

The second body was located in the bathroom.

The victim was a full-figured Black woman with disproportionately large buttocks.

Her head was submerged in bathwater, her hands floating limply on the surface, her abdomen resting on the edge of the tub, her buttocks sticking up high, with visible dry traces of bodily fluids between her legs.

Seeing the body, Glenn instinctively swallowed his saliva, his eyes fixated on her unusually large buttocks.

Brian rolled his eyes.

Black men seem to really like this type.

The signs on the female corpse were clear, showing some bruising from struggle, the main cause of death being drowning.

The killer must have held her down in the tub, performing acts resembling pulling up carrots while drowning her alive, which was exceptionally brutal.

But it wasn’t an easy task.

Even a woman, when faced with life and death, can unleash incredible strength.

This once again confirms the great strength of the killer.

...

Lastly, in the oven, they found the curled-up body of a Black child.

The scene was somewhat disgusting.

Both were rather silent.

Glenn clenched his fists, "The murderer is just too brutal!"

Brian did not say anything, only asking Glenn to check on what Shi San was up to.

After Glenn left...

He directly activated his enhanced sense of smell and began searching throughout the house.

The three victims, apart from the child whose traces were severely damaged by the oven, the other two adults had died no more than 24 hours ago.

Unless the murderer was a Mutant with special abilities, he couldn’t have concealed his own unique pheromone scent!

A flood of smells rushed into his nostrils.

Soon, the scents of two patrolling officers were the first to be dismissed by Brian.

Then, the scents of the three victims were also dismissed.

Some human pheromone scents that had lingered for a while were also dismissed by Brian.

This kind of scent, which seemed to have been left recently due to poor ventilation in the room, did not match the time of the victims’ death.

Just then,

Brian walked up to the toilet and took a gentle sniff.

A strong male hormonal pheromone scent surged into his nostrils.

Found it!

This must be the scent left by the Mexican, the obsession in the minds of the deceased.

Based on the residual pheromones,

Brian determined that the person was a highly metabolically active, aggressive, temperamental man in his thirties.

This man’s sexual desires, he estimated, were very strong.

As Brian profiled the murderer,

Green was utterly dumbfounded on the other end.

...

"Money!"

"So much money!"

Green swallowed hard.

It was his first time seeing so much cash.

In the wardrobe room, Shi San had forcibly opened a plaster wall, revealing an interior tightly stacked with cash.

If Brian hadn’t been next door and there hadn’t been two patrolling officers outside, Green couldn’t be sure what he might have done.

He risked his life becoming a patrol officer for what?

Money!

Now so much money was right in front of him.

If it were all his, all the problems he faced would be gone!

Seeing Green standing there in a daze, Shi San, with a spark of human-like suspicion in its big eyes, continued tearing down the wall.

Ever since it had discovered on a street near the Mexican border that the big dog liked these things, it often paid attention to this scent and secretly hoarded quite a bit while out playing, bringing them back to the apartment to hide, preparing to surprise the big dog.

..

On the other side.

Brian also stood weirdly on the stone slab balcony, looking down at the stone slabs under his feet.

If he hadn’t smelled wrong, these stone slabs contained a large amount of drugs...

This method of concealing drugs was quite novel.

Following this clue,

Brian finally discovered that the entire balcony had a total of one hundred and twenty-two small stone slabs containing drugs; the specific content was unclear.

Once sure of this,

Brian called Old Hardenn to drive over and pick up the product.

After a fierce internal struggle, Green finally gave up the idea of hiding several stacks of cash while Brian was not around and with only an inarticulate dog present.

Some things, once done, cannot be undone.

This was the lesson in life his mother had taught him.

With a sense of draining loss, Green ran in front of Brian and reported the discovery of a large amount of cash by Shi San.

Brian went to the wardrobe room and looked at Shi San.

"Woof woof~ (The black dog didn’t move~)"

Shi San woofed a couple of times and continued to tear down the wall with glee.

Hearing this, Brian, looking pointedly at a somewhat guilty Green, remarked,

"This cash looks to be over a million.

It’s not a lot.

Since I joined NW, up to now, the total amount of rewards I’ve gotten must be nearly two million, and that’s after taxes.

Keep working well with me, and you could have this much too!

Also, part of this illicit money will go to our team as a reward, and you’ll get a share."

After digesting Brian’s ’pie in the sky,’ Green felt much better and curiously asked, "A part of the illicit money will be given to us as a reward?"

Brian nodded, "It’s quite normal; without money, who would be so dedicated to solving cases!"

This was also to prevent corruption.

Brian had heard plenty of rumors about the Los Angeles police department while he was still at the Forensic Bureau.

...

Once the scene was completely processed,

it was already past seven in the evening.

Ivan had already pinpointed the perpetrators of the rape case.

That case was simple.

The murderers were seven cosplayers of dark dwarves.

They came out to play together, then planned some intense, taboo games, but things went wrong...

Someone had recorded the process, proving it was indeed an accident.

But they were scared, so they disposed of the body.

Cases like this,

because the murderers were all under eighteen and it was an incidental manslaughter,

if their parents pooled enough money to hire a competent lawyer, they could likely avoid any serious penalty and need only offer some insignificant compensation.

But the girl would forever remain her current age,

and her family could only cry over her photographs.

...

Seeing Ivan’s efficiency,

Brian was also ready to wrap up his massacre case tonight.

The murderer seemed very powerful.

He was intrigued.