Although Luke was confident in Director George's character, he still asked, "The innocent suspect he killed wasn't African American, was he?"
Director George shook his head with a bitter smile. "He was white, which was why he lost his job."
Only then did Luke show that he was interested in the case and that he could investigate it.
Director George immediately took out a USB from his pocket and gave it to him. "The information that Bennett sent and I collected are all here. This case really isn't normal. Don't try to be brave if you're not confident. "
Luke accepted the USB with a smile. "Don't worry. I always put safety first."
Director George couldn't help but recall the three cowardly mantras that were widely spread in LAPD, and he believed them a little.
Luke had indeed been a lot more restrained after coming to New York, but he had even used LAPD's Westside brand to work a joint case in New York.
The fact that he had killed and injured more than fifty people in Sergei's gang showed that he definitely wasn't a regular detective, or Director George wouldn't have introduced the case to him.
Yes, it was just an introduction, not a commission.
So, whether or not Luke investigated the case had nothing to do with Director George.
The good thing was that Director George didn't have to pay.
Director George couldn't afford the commission fee, nor would he pay it.
He didn't take dirty money, and didn't have that much money.
In America, a good friend would always introduce a reliable bank manager to them when they borrowed money. If Director George really paid a hundred thousand, people might think that Bennett was his gay friend.
Thus, after Luke got the USB, he continued to chat, drink, and eat at Auntie Mei's house. Director George didn't say anything.
It was normal for a firm to look for subordinates and outside help.
On the surface, Luke and Selina were the only ones in his firm, but there were too many outside help, and they didn't necessarily have to do it themselves.
…
The next day, it was still the Big Dipper who set off for Charleston.
The information he had found last night showed that the case was indeed unusual, and he didn't want to take Selina into danger.
Actually, it was a good idea for Joker to take Haley. The female doctor had caught a ghost with Joker before, and was very interested in similar things.
Unfortunately, she was already busy in Europe, and Luke didn't want her to waste time going back and forth.
There were a lot of cars on the streets in the early morning in Charleston, but it wasn't as crowded as New York's.
There were very few people on the streets, and no one was jostling with each other.
Luke wasn't surprised.
West Virginia was at the bottom of the economic ladder, and its population was only a little more than two million.
Charleston was the state capital, and its population was less than 100,000.
About 92% of the residents were white, about 3% were African American, and slightly more than 1% were Hispanic.
It was very difficult for African-Americans to cause trouble in such a small place where the white people had an absolute advantage. It was very easy for Bennett to play "dead men tell no tales" with the African-Americans.
Thankfully, the results of the investigation showed that Bennett was just an ordinary police officer. He didn't have any intention of seriously injuring or killing anyone.
Although there were not many residents in Charleston, the quality of life was not bad.
The state had the largest bituminous coal mine in the United States, as well as oil fields, natural gas, rock salt, and so on. Charleston was located at the intersection of two rivers and had developed river transportation.
Thus, it wasn't strange that this old four-story shopping mall, which was covered in smoke and fire, had been abandoned.
Even though this abandoned shopping mall was located on the east side of the Kanova River in the bustling city district, the buildings around it were all below ten floors, and they were sparsely built.
In the United States, it was normal to hire a security guard for such an abandoned site.
If no one was watching, it might be occupied by vagrants or even criminal gangs.
The owner would be very annoyed if there was a case or even a death.
Of course, this unlucky bastard couldn't avoid trouble now.
The previous security guard on the night shift had died here a month ago. Later, it was suspected that the security guard had a mental problem, which was why he had committed suicide while patrolling the building.
The unemployed police officer, Bennett, had been appointed as his successor ten days ago. Not long after that, his sister, Angela, died.
The local police department and the level 3 forensic scientist from New York all felt that Bennett seemed to have a mental problem as well.
In the end, the level 3 forensic scientist from New York died, but Bennett was still alive.
Did this prove that the mentally ill in this world could actually live longer?
Puzzled, Luke crossed the low fence and entered the entrance of the abandoned shopping mall.
After the fire destroyed the mall, the broken windows had all been boarded up, and the building was still dark even though it was broad daylight.
There were broken and scattered items everywhere, as well as dust and charred traces of fire. It looked rather eerie.
Luke walked unhurriedly as he scanned the ground with the polarizing lens.
There weren't many footprints. At most, there were two or three footprints along a fixed path. They were probably left by Bennett, who had been on guard duty recently.
The scattered footprints were much older, and had already accumulated dust. They were probably left behind by the security guard's death.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a figure charged in.
He yelled, "Come out, come out!" and "Boss Zha, come and kill me!" as he ran to a mirror wall and smashed a nearby chair.
Bang, bang, bang, but the mirror wall wasn't damaged at all.
The man howled as he knelt down in front of the mirror wall. Then … he saw a pair of military boots not far away.
He was stunned for a moment, and the howling in his mouth subconsciously stopped.
The man looked up and met the Big Dipper clone's eyes.
Pondering for a moment, Luke asked tentatively, "Why don't you keep crying? I'll come back after breakfast."
The man: "… Who are you?"
Luke said, "You can call me Wilson. I specialize in investigating deaths in this mall. Perhaps you're interested in talking to me, Mr. Bennett Carson. "
Bennett was suspicious. "You're … FBI?
？”
Luke shook his head. "No, I'm just a private investigator."
Bennett believed it the moment he heard that. This wasn't how the FBI did things.
Private investigators came from all walks of life. It was normal for some of them to be unreliable.
With this interruption, his mental breakdown was somewhat alleviated. He slowly got to his feet. "What do you want to know?"
Luke didn't answer. Puzzled, Bennett sized him up, and realized that Luke was looking at … the mirror wall on the side.
Bennett's heart chilled. He turned his head abruptly, and saw two shadows on the mirror wall smiling sinisterly at them.
Bennett took two steps back, but realized that Luke wasn't moving. He couldn't help but shout, "Wilson?"
As he spoke, Luke moved.
Holding his chin, he looked at the sneering "Wilson" in the mirror wall and commented, "Hm, it's definitely not me with such a retarded smile."
Bennett: … Are you crazy?!
The "Wilson" in the mirror wall was also confused for a moment, before his expression turned even more sinister.
He picked up a piece of broken glass, looked at Luke, and slowly slit his throat.
A hideous wound appeared on the neck of the "Wilson" in the mirror. Blood gushed out like a fountain and quickly dyed his body red.
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