Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 440 - 255: Fulfilling Obsession, Brother, You Are an Iron Pipe.._2

Chapter 440: Chapter 255: Fulfilling Obsession, Brother, You Are an Iron Pipe.._2

Brian’s brain was working faster and faster, gradually stepping into Sudan’s pattern of behavior.

The obsession of Sudan seemed to be just one problem.

But that problem definitely wasn’t as simple as it appeared on the surface.

According to Brian’s own understanding,

this kind of question-like obsession seemed more like a demon, a psychological barrier.

To overcome the obsession was akin to psychological counseling, resolving the other party’s psychological barrier.

The problem was, Sudan himself was a psychologist with a Ph.D., and he had easily manipulated psychology to play many people to death. Against such a person, simple words of consolation were utterly useless.

Maybe he understood these principles even better than you. He just couldn’t get past that hurdle himself.

What’s that saying: "Physician, heal thyself."

That’s precisely Sudan’s situation.

Following Sudan’s way of thinking and doing things,

Brian tentatively offered several answers.

They were utterly ineffective.

Clearly, in front of a paranoid genius like Sudan, ordinary answers were neither recognized nor persuasive.

"This obsession seems simple, but without understanding why he has this obsession, it’s really difficult to deal with," Brian eventually gave up on resolving the obsession for the time being.

Sudan had deliberately mentioned some of his past to trigger Brian’s emotions but without detail.

Brian couldn’t deduce the cause and effect of the other’s psychological issue.

...

Half an hour later.

Green drove over the crime scene van assigned to Team B6.

This thing looked like the common ambulance, converted from a van, with a closed rear compartment fitted with a trolley, body bags, securing buckles, and so on.

"Wow, boss, you’re really strong."

Looking at the beheaded corpse ’deflated’ in the trunk, along with a section of bloody spine connected to the head, Green kicked the head nonchalantly, "Is this skinny little guy the killer? He looks kind of like one of those nerdy bookworms you see buried in their books."

After hanging around Team B6 for a few months, he had seen everything but ghosts, a far cry from the newbie patrol officer he was when he started.

"Stop gabbing and pack it up,"

Brian rolled his eyes.

Green shrank his head and, donning gloves, started tidying up the scene like picking up trash.

When he noticed a few black men on the ground, he even recognized one of them.

These guys had just been knocked down by Sudan earlier and hadn’t fainted yet; later, they were scared unconscious by Brian’s brutal methods.

Words are too pale to describe it.

The scene of forcibly ripping a person’s head and spine from the body was significantly more shocking to people than horror movies.

Seeing Green stop his work,

Brian nonchalantly flicked away his cigarette butt, "What, you know this guy?"

Green nodded with a complicated expression:

"Yeah, I know him. He’s my neighbor, used to bully me when we were kids. Later, he joined a theft gang and lived off stealing cars with a group.

They would immediately sell the cars to their fences, who would then haul them to cooperating docks with trucks. Once the cars entered the containers, even with GPS locators, it was futile.

Because the cars would be shipped to other countries and sold after modifications.

So, these guys are particularly ruthless; I heard they’ve even stolen ambulances before."

Brian: ...

Damn, that’s one mature industry chain.

Turns out if I hadn’t been keeping an eye on my motorcycle, it would’ve been hard to find after being stolen.

...

Just as they were nearly done with the scene and preparing to leave,

the black man who had previously run away actually came back with a few patrol officers, then excitedly pointed at Brian, "That’s him, the madman! He actually ripped a person’s spine out of their body, this demon!!!"

That’s too frightening!

Now, just thinking about that scene, the black man who had abandoned his companions and run was shaking all over.

The patrol officers had already drawn their pistols upon exiting their cars, some even armed with automatic rifles and shotguns.

But before they could announce their LAPD presence as usual, someone recognized Brian.

The officer who recognized him quickly stopped his colleagues, "Hey, hey, hey, don’t point, put away the guns, this is Brian, the Autopsy Officer from NW. He’s not a bad guy."

"It’s not possible!"

The black car thief shouted in agitation, "Don’t joke around, how could someone so savage be..."

Whack~

A slap across the face knocked him down.

The conclusion... was that this car thief brought himself back, and after a beating, he was taken away along with the bunch on the ground.

Initially, Brian couldn’t be bothered with such minor characters, but the guy insisted on a delivery.

Well, now...

Brian’s motorcycle was worth a million.

This group of car thieves would probably spend a significant amount of time in jail now.

Who knows if after learning the truth, his companions would give him another beating...

...

Back at the office building.

The body had been properly placed.

Brian suddenly turned to Green and said, "Green, tell me, what is mercy?"

Green looked at Brian in surprise, "Mercy?"

He thought about it and said uncertainly, "Boss Brian, everyone has a different definition of mercy. For example, when I’m enforcing the law, I don’t like being merciful because if you show mercy, you might give a criminal the chance to kill you. But with people I know, I might be more lenient, or pretend not to notice their faults..."

"So why do you think a criminal would be fixated on this issue?"

Brian asked again.

He rarely showed mercy.

It was evident from his style of doing things.

In some dumb movies, the villains clearly have the upper hand but insist on babbling with the protagonist, eventually getting killed by them.

But Brian was different.

He preferred to rattle on at the corpse of an enemy after killing them.

The satisfaction was the same.

Brian would only show mercy to harmless, vulnerable groups, with a hint of emotion: like the woman whose obsession was to protect her three-year-old daughter, or the prostitute who, despite a tragic death, hadn’t forgotten to buy Christmas gifts for the kids at the Children’s House...

To a certain extent, Brian was a relatively self-centered person.

His mercy only extended toward kind and harmless people.

"Criminal?"

Green, without a second thought, scoffed and said:

"If a criminal is struggling with the issue of mercy, it’s definitely because he’s suffered for being merciful.

Especially those extreme criminals.

They never reflect on their own issues, only believing the fault lies with others, or society; if they suffer for showing mercy, they just become more extreme."

Hearing Green’s explanation, a lightbulb went off in Brian’s head.

Right.

How could someone like Sudan struggle with mercy and then admit his wrongs?

He had been caught in a dead end before.

Sudan struggling with mercy surely meant he had suffered for it!

At this thought, Brian quietly said to himself, "Mercy, it’s like a knife stabbed into your own flesh!"

The next moment.

A warm current surged.

Sudan acknowledged this definition from Brian.

He indeed only formed an obsession after regretting an instance of mercy in the past!

"Ho, I guessed right!"

Brian grinned.

He immediately gave Green a thumbs-up: "Well said, very insightful, eh?"

Green: ???

Why was he suddenly being praised?

Confused, Green still smiled foolishly.

No matter why the boss praised him, smiling was the right response.

Arriving at the parking lot.

As if he remembered something, Green said to Brian, "Oh right, Boss Brian, Ivan and the others, under Shi San’s lead, left Los Angeles to chase the killer today."

Brian nodded, "I know, Ivan told me."

Ivan and the others were handling a robbery-murder case.

There were no clues at the scene and no eyewitnesses. It wasn’t until Shi San arrived and tracked the killer to their home based on the residual scents on the victim.

The killer turned out to be a sixteen-year-old girl.

She secretly prostituted herself to buy a Christmas gift for her boyfriend and ended up stabbing her client, a smooth-talker who had quickly realized she wasn’t gang-protected, seven or eight times when he refused to pay after the deed.

All of this was pieced together with the help of Shi San, as Ivan and the others found the girl’s home and learned the details from her mother.

The girl had run away.

Ivan and his team pursued her for the sake of their performance record.

After listening to Brian recount the case, Green seemed reflective, "That girl is quite something..."

He was serious, not joking.

Brian: ..

He had been living here for over twenty years but still couldn’t understand some people’s thought processes.

...

After they parted ways.

Brian rushed back to his apartment, took off his clothes, and started to receive Sudan’s "obsession gift."

He chose the third reward option: 1 "Gift" point + Self-Deception.

A moment later.

Brian, feeling no change in his body, looked down at his member and mumbled, "Buddy, you’re just a steel pipe..."