Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 488 - 274: Breezy Cotton-Padded Coat, Death Perception (6800-word combined - , supplementary)_4
Chapter 488: Chapter 274: Breezy Cotton-Padded Coat, Death Perception (6800-word combined Chapter, supplementary)_4
Mutant, spiritual pollution...
Hearing this, Brian let out a sigh of relief.
He hadn’t had a dream in a long time.
Luckily, he was also a Mutant, which was probably why he hadn’t been affected. At most, he guessed it might have been cross-infection.
...
Seeing Brian’s reaction, Dean knew he must be okay.
He also unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
After all, it was the man his daughter was fond of, and he had even agreed to give Dean a grandson and a granddaughter to dote on.
After his sigh, Dean couldn’t help but think of how his daughter Susan had her elbow turned out, and the more he looked at Brian, the more annoyed he felt.
He grunted, "About the Blood Fruit business, I’ll have someone contact the Researcher. Give him a heads-up beforehand, and you don’t have to worry about the rest. Don’t go wandering around either. Just stay in Los Angeles and make babies with Susan!"
Having said that.
Heat waves surged over Dean’s body, as if there was a furnace inside, he soared into the sky with a burst of heat waves and disappeared into the horizon...
...
Brian:...
Old Green has a dog’s face, huh? Just earlier, everything was fine, and suddenly he pulls a long face!
He enviously watched Dean’s retreating figure.
That Old Green really could fly. Before, he pretended to glide in front of him, but now it seemed he had accepted the notion, especially after hearing he’d be getting a daughter and son to raise. He stopped pretending.
So sly!
Watching the reddish dawn mist in the sky, Brian sighed.
Enhancers only had difficulty conceiving offspring, but Mutants not only struggled with that; their offspring could also mutate uncontrollably.
That old codger, who even knows where he’s hiding.
Without solving the genetic issues, how could he dare let Susan get pregnant.
...
Annoyed, Brian went back to snuggle up with Shi San and continue to sleep soundly.
For the following week or more.
He was either studying or responding to calls.
His progress with obsession was not ideal.
Most homicide cases involved victims that were not fresh, and naturally, there was no obsession.
Hospitals were a place where he could try his luck.
But that was unstable.
For some of the obsession tasks, Brian began to try delegating them to Spider Woman Eliana and Catwoman Sandy.
After the two met, since they were both Beastification People, they didn’t make a fuss.
They didn’t ask questions about Brian’s strange requests either.
In the meantime, Brian also attended Susan’s promotion ceremony.
This time, no trouble brewed.
The affairs of Brian in the White Elephant Country had already spread within NW, and with the fearsome Old Dean Green behind Susan, who would dare to come forward and make trouble?
Now everyone looked at Brian and Susan with eyes reserved for a golden boy and jade girl, filled only with envy.
If they were prepared to go the management route, they could easily secure some decent positions within NW.
Neither of them had any thoughts of doing so.
...
That day.
Brian was flipping through the investigation report handed over by Green.
They had encountered trouble with the serial murder case they were investigating earlier, and there had been no progress for over a week.
This was actually normal.
With cold cases, just confirming the identity of the deceased was troublesome, not to mention finding the murderer.
However, the members of Team B6 were used to Brian’s efficiency in solving cases, and subconsciously felt it was dragging on too long and wanted to handle this case sooner.
The case details were simple:
Volunteers, while helping to prune the garden, found a piece of a finger bone in the soil.
Afterward, the police dug up eight skulls from the garden.
After testing.
The owners of these skulls have all been dead for over five years.
The problem was.
That house had been on rent for nine years prior, with frequent tenant changes, and the last tenant became the current owner.
The original owner of the house defaulted on property fees for a long time, leading to the auction of the house.
The last tenant, more than a year ago, bought the house at auction.
From a timing perspective, the eight victims had no connection to the current owner of the house.
Actually, this wasn’t even the difficult part.
The case had two main difficulties.
One difficulty was that the identities of those victims could not be determined.
And the other difficulty was that some of the previous tenants of the house were untraceable.
Although renting a house usually requires the tenant’s information, the Los Angeles metropolitan area has high consumption, frequent pedestrian traffic, and residents can move freely, with phone numbers not under real-name rules, so they can be changed at will.
This also made finding people a very troublesome task.
...
After finishing the documents Green had brought over,
Brian suddenly asked, "Green, why isn’t there information about the previous owner of the house?"
Green shrugged, "The person was Mexican, missing for a long time. It’s also the reason why his house was auctioned."
Brian nodded.
That made sense.
Mentioning Mexico creates the subconscious image of a drug dealer.
And that is often the case.
There are many small-time drug dealers there; the smart ones bring their families to the United States to settle down, otherwise, they’d likely die in vendettas and gang assassinations, with few good endings to expect.
Even running over here doesn’t mean safety.
Being targeted for revenge by emerging enemies is the norm.
This is why it’s said that once you’re in the underworld, there’s no turning back.
You may want to wash your hands of it, but others might not forget old grudges.
Thinking it over.
Brian tossed the documents onto the table: "Check it out, and also prepare a list of all the tenants of that house for me. I’ll take a look at those bones and then decide."
"Got it, Boss Brian."
Green left in a hurry with the documents.
Brian stretched.
He glanced at Shi San, who was sound asleep, and didn’t disturb the dog. He got up on his own and walked out of the office.
...
Reaching the morgue.
Brian changed into his work clothes, and as he was about to start work, a warm current surged within him.
An obsession task had been completed.
Brian had a thought and a smile appeared on his face.
The little Crow had hatched.
His mind stirred, and he received the ’Death Perception’ talent gift from the little Crow’s mother.
The acceptance process was exceedingly simple.
Brian just felt a chill in his eyes, and then there was no other reaction.
He blinked his eyes, looking around, but noticed nothing unusual.
Curious.
Brian changed out of his work clothes, took the elevator to the top floor of the office building, and then looked into the distance.
At that moment.
He finally found something unusual.
In the distance.
Over a certain area, several inconspicuous black strands of mist rose continuously from below, eventually dissipating into the air.
"If I remember correctly, that’s a major hospital..."
Brian’s mouth curled upward.
Truly amazing.
I can see death!
