After listening to the general situation, Luke, although he had confidence in Chief George's character, still asked: "The innocent suspect he shot was not African American, right?"
Chief George smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's because he's white that he lost his job."
Luke then expressed his interest in the case and offered to look it up.
Chief George immediately fished into his trouser pocket and handed him a USB flash drive. "Here are all the information Bennett sent and the information I collected myself. This case is really a bit unusual. Don't try to be brave if you are not sure."
Luke took the USB drive with a smile: "Don't worry, safety is always my first priority."
Chief George couldn't help but think of someone's three-coward truth that was widely circulated in the LAPD, and he actually believed it a little bit - only a little bit, no more.
Luke has indeed restrained himself a lot since coming to New York, but he once used the LAPD West District Police Station's sign to jointly investigate cases in New York.
The record of killing or injuring more than 50 members of Sergei's gang in one case shows that he is definitely not a normal detective, otherwise Chief George would not have introduced this case to him.
Yes, it’s just an introduction, not a commission.
Therefore, whether Luke investigates or to what extent has nothing to do with Chief George.
The good thing is that Chief George doesn’t have to pay.
Director George cannot afford the commission fee, let alone pay it.
He doesn't take corrupt money and doesn't have that much private money.
In the United States, good friends who want to borrow money will help introduce reliable bank managers. If Director George really pays out hundreds of thousands of dollars, others might think that Bennett is his gay friend.
So after I got the USB drive, I continued to chat, drink and eat barbecue at Aunt Mei's house, and Director George didn't say anything.
It is normal to seek help from subordinates and external assistance when doing work in an office.
On the surface, Luke's office only has him and Selina, but there are so many outside helpers that they don't necessarily need to come out in person.
…
The next day, it was Beidou's clone who set off for Charleston.
The information he found last night showed that the case was indeed abnormal, and he didn't want to take Selena into any risks.
In fact, it was a good idea for Joker to take Harley with him. The female doctor had caught a ghost with Joker once before and was quite interested in similar incidents.
Unfortunately, she was already busy in Europe, and Luke didn't want her to waste time going back and forth.
Walking on the streets of Charleston in the early morning, there are a lot of vehicles on the streets, but it is not as densely populated as in New York that can suffocate office workers.
There were only a few people walking on the roadside, and there was no sign of crowding.
Luke was not surprised by this.
West Virginia's economy is already at the bottom of the list, and its population is just over two million.
Charleston is the state capital and has a population of less than 100,000.
About 92% of the local residents are white, about 3% are African American, and a little over 1% are Hispanic.
In a small place like this where white people have an absolute advantage, it is difficult for African Americans to cause trouble, and it is easy for Bennett to play the "no evidence" game against African Americans.
Fortunately, subsequent investigation results showed that Bennett was just an ordinary policeman and had no intention of seriously injuring or killing anyone.
Although Charleston has a small population, life is not bad.
The state has the largest bituminous coal mine in the United States, as well as oil fields, natural gas, rock salt, etc. Charleston is located at the intersection of two rivers and has developed river transportation.
Therefore, it was not surprising that the old four-story shopping mall in front of Luke, which was covered with traces of smoke and fire, was abandoned.
Even though this abandoned shopping mall is located in the bustling area of the city on the east side of the Kanawha River, the buildings around it are basically less than ten stories high and are sparsely populated.
In the United States, it is normal to hire security guards to look after such abandoned sites.
If no one is watching, it may be occupied by homeless people or even criminal gangs.
If something unexpected happens or even someone dies, the owner will be very upset.
Of course, the unfortunate fellow can’t escape from trouble now.
The last night shift security guard died here a month ago. Afterwards, it was suspected that the security guard had mental problems, which led to his suicide while patrolling in this building.
Unemployed police officer Bennett became the successor more than ten days ago, and his sister Angela died shortly afterwards.
Both the local police department and the third-level forensic examiner from New York felt that Bennett seemed to have mental problems.
As a result, the third-level forensic examiner in New York died, but Bennett was still alive.
Does this prove that mentally ill people in this world can live longer
With this doubt in mind, Luke climbed over the low fence and walked into the gate of the abandoned shopping mall.
After the fire destroyed the shopping mall, the broken windows were all boarded up, and the building remained dark even in broad daylight.
There were broken and scattered objects everywhere, as well as dust and charred traces of fire, which looked quite eerie.
Luke walked slowly, scanning the ground with his polarizing goggles.
There were not many signs of movement, with only two or three shoe prints along a fixed route, most likely left by Bennett who had been on guard recently.
The other scattered footprints were from much earlier times and were covered with dust again. They should have been left by the people attracted by the security guard’s death last time.
Suddenly the door was kicked open and a figure rushed in.
He was shouting words like "Come out, come out!" and "Boss Zha, come and kill me!" He ran to a mirror wall and grabbed a nearby chair and started smashing it.
After several DuangDuangs, the mirror wall was not damaged at all.
The man howled and knelt in front of the mirror wall, and then... he saw a pair of military boots not far in front of him.
He was stunned for a moment, and the howling in his mouth unconsciously stopped.
The man looked up and met the Beidou clone who was standing there silently.
Luke hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "How about you continue crying and I'll have breakfast and come back?"
Visitor: “…Who are you?”
Luke: "You can call me Wilson. I'm here to investigate the deaths in this mall. Perhaps you'd be interested in talking to me, Mr. Bennet Carson."
Bennett was suspicious: "Are you... FBI?"
Luke shook his head. "No, just a private investigator."
Bennett believed it when he heard it. That's not how the FBI does things.
The sources of private investigators are complex, and they include all kinds of people, so it is normal that there are some unreliable people.
Being interrupted, his broken emotions were somewhat relieved, and he slowly got up from the ground: "What do you want to know?"
Luke didn't answer. Bennett felt a little strange. He looked at him and found that he was looking at... the mirror wall on the side.
Bennett felt a chill in his heart and turned his head suddenly, only to see the shadows of two people on the mirror wall grinning at them.
Bennett took two steps back, but found that Luke didn't move. He couldn't help but shout, "Wilson?"
As he spoke, Luke moved.
He only saw him holding his chin with his hand, looking left and right at the sneering "Wilson" in the mirror wall, with an expression of criticism: "Well, it's definitely not me who is laughing so stupidly."
Bennett: ...You're crazy!
The expression of "Wilson" in the mirror wall was blank for a moment, and then became even more ferocious.
It picked up a piece of broken glass, looked at Luke, and slowly slashed it across its throat.
A hideous wound appeared on the neck of "Wilson" in the mirror, and blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly dyeing its body red.