"Edward?" A fat black sheriff looked suspiciously at the man standing in front of the table and rolled his eyes: "Didn't you go on vacation?"
Edward showed a kind smile: "I still can't let go of work."
"When did you become so self-motivated?" The sheriff was about to laugh at him, and pushed him a form: "Okay, the city police unit is always short of people, and you came back just in time. Frankly speaking, if you have more than a week When you get back, you'll report to the county sheriff's department immediately. Now, go back to your desk."
Edward was about to go out after passing the form for selling out the leave, when he suddenly felt blessed. He turned around and asked in a low voice, "Sergeant Miles, why are there so few people now?"
Before Miles could speak, he leaned down and said in a low voice, "I called yesterday, and several of my classmates were moving east. It's about Washington, D.C., around Philadelphia. And the phone can't get through. , over there... is there a big case?"
"It's not something you can participate in!" The sheriff snorted: "Edward, if you had been a little more motivated! If you cared a little about these things in the past ten years, your position would not be an ordinary police officer!"
Edward shrugged, pushed open the door and walked out.
As soon as he left, his expression became solemn.
It appears that the Sheriff Miles also doesn't know what's going on in the East. So... it just means that Philly hasn't really closed down yet, after all... this is America. It is too difficult for a non-authoritarian country to shut down a city without a word.
If the current president dares to block the city, he will not even think about getting the votes of the eastern region! Also, the other parties would immediately rush up like sharks and bite him to pieces.
The police department in the United States is similar to other countries. Several desks form a large office area with computer materials on it. The American flag and the eagle badge symbolizing the police system are hung on the walls. Edward walked over to his desk and poured a cup of coffee. Then he smiled at the black woman opposite.
"Are you implying me?" The woman, with a strong physique and shiny black skin, said with a smile, "Edward, when did you end your abortiveism?"
In the United States, the police is not a very good career, so the salary is generally high. After all... this is a society where guns are allowed.
Not many white people choose this profession, but black people choose it as a way to truly integrate into American society. Therefore, in the huge police system, black people occupy the majority.
"You misunderstood." Edward smiled, leaned forward and whispered, "Jenny, help me find someone."
"Who?"
"The name is unclear, his father moved for First American Bank long ago."
Jenny looked at him like an idiot: "Dear Mr. Edward, are you kidding me?"
"No," Edward said earnestly. "I suspect he was involved in a murder case."
Jenny's face finally became serious, she retracted her body, and quickly tapped the keyboard, and after a long time she stuck her head out and looked at Edward like a ghost: "According to the records, in 1985, First American Bank officially moved out of Philadelphia and settled in New York. You mean... to investigate a suspected homicide more than 40 years ago?"
"First of all, the prosecution period for this case has passed. The prosecution period for murder cases is 20 years, which is the legal maximum penalty period of life imprisonment and death penalty. It has long since passed. Moreover, this is not under our control at all. ."
Edward frowned: "Why?"
"If it's a homicide case, it's under the jurisdiction of the local police department, and I have the right to pursue its truth." Enduring the discomfort, Edward added, "This is the duty of our American police!"
"Of course, I don't object to your obligations." Jenny retracted her body and continued to type on the keyboard: "But you must understand that the American police system belongs to several parts, first of all, the Department of Homeland Security, then the Federal Department, and the Department of Justice , including our local police department."
The computer in front of Edward beeped, and on the internal communication software, Jenny had sent a screenshot.
Just one look at him and he understood what was going on. Because, this matter... has been handed over to the Department of Justice, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation under the Department of Justice, also known as the FBI for short, took over.
Sure enough... The FBI also knows some truth and doesn't allow ordinary people to participate...
Seeing his slightly frowning brows, Jenny shrugged and said, "Don't tell me, you want to file a case independently and investigate this matter yourself."
Edward raised an eyebrow.
Jenny sighed: "Edward, you are not too young, and everyone your age is sitting in the position of the sheriff! Don't waste any more time, okay?"
"Even if you are allowed to file a case independently, you will not get any help in this case, and the FBI will not allow you to overstep your authority. In addition, even if you succeed, the perpetrator will not be punished. After all, the prosecution period is over and the other party does not It falls within the scope of 'especially egregious nature and no time limit for prosecution'."
"If it's a serial murder case, a case of dismembering a corpse, maybe the law will open the door and allow you to appeal. But now..." She smiled bitterly: "What's the use of wasting time?"
Edward stood up: "I just want justice for the survivors."
Jenny sneered and retracted in front of the computer, saying nothing more.
Some people are like stones in the toilet, smelly and hard.
… … … … …
"Come in." Sheriff Miles said casually while drinking coffee.
The door opened, Edward walked in, put a stack of documents on the other party's desk, and said solemnly, "I apply for an independent investigation."
Miles didn't even drink the coffee, and looked at Edward as if he didn't know each other for the second time today.
Are you crazy
Look at me fat to entertain me, right
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he picked up the document and read it. It took a long time to put down the information: "I don't think you are an idiot."
"The case you gave me has gone through the full 20-year prosecution period. Also, if you want to apply for an independent investigation, then you need a reason. Tell me, how did you suspect this case? Don't use the stupid answer that the FBI took over. to answer."
Edward said solemnly: "I accidentally saw the video of the other party's death. It was a video tape, but after watching it, it disappeared the next day. I swear, there must be something wrong with the other party's death! I have an application for qualifications. Right to Independent Investigation!"
However, this time, Miles did not immediately reject him.
After a full three minutes, he suddenly said, "It's impossible for the police station to provide you with too much help."
Edward glanced at the other in amazement and nodded, "I know."
"All I need is the police station's location system, and database, and... the car. And a certificate from an independent investigation."
Silence again.
Miles took a sip of his coffee, sighed faintly, and looked Edward in the eyes: "Edward, although you have a quirky personality and are not popular. But I want to remind you, you have thought about why this matter. Will the FBI take over?"
"Have you considered the dangers involved?"
Edward nodded deeply: "I thought about it."
"Then, even so, you insist?"
"I insist." Edward did not avoid the other party's gaze: "This is my obligation."
The two met eyes. After a few seconds, Miles nodded: "This is your choice."
"Go to Ellie, she will give you what you want."
Edward saluted and went out.
The door closed gently. Miles continued to sip his coffee, and after a full ten minutes, he sighed, and cautiously took out a cell phone from his arms.
It's an old phone, Nokia. It handed over the mobile phone business to Microsoft in 2014, which means that Nokia's mobile phone will not have a signal at all unless it is a model within ten years. Then, he turned on the phone and even pressed the number.
"Hello, esteemed lord." Ten seconds later, he opened his mouth and said, "Someone is really investigating the incident more than 40 years ago... Yes, it's my subordinate, I advised it, but it didn't work. ."
"I vaguely reminded him twice, but he didn't listen... Yes, then I let him go straight into Philadelphia?"
"Understood, I hope your subordinates will handle it well. If he comes back alive, this matter may be stabbed out... Of course, I didn't say anything... No, since you saved my daughter's life, I believe in You, I don't know whether you are a devil or an angel... I only know that you are the savior of our family... "
"Okay, I'll send you his information right away..."
Hanging up the phone, Miles sat quietly at the table, scratching his hands along his shiny scalp. His eyes were fixed on the door, as if he could see Edward's figure through the door.
"I advised you... You don't listen, don't blame me..."
… … … … …
The car successfully drove out of Los Angeles, all the way west.
The United States is vast and sparsely populated, and there is no such thing as China. Here, canyons, mountain peaks, countless palm trees, various flowers and plants constitute the scenery along the way. It's possible to drive for hours without even seeing a gas station.
Especially in the atmosphere of the evening now, the road looks extraordinarily gloomy.
Edward sat in the car, the car was a Ford, approved by the bureau. Just in front of the car lay a paper bag with all the details he wanted about the workers.
Ricky Conn. Died in 1986 from a cerebral hemorrhage. His son, Matthew Conn, now lives in Philadelphia, next to Franklin Roosevelt Park, 312, 3rd Floor, Apartment 137, Route 23. He is now thirty-nine years old, and he has attached his ID card.
"No bad hobbies, no formal occupation, working part-time for a living. No marriage... The whole information is mediocre..." As he drove, he was smoking a cigarette and said, "But according to this king's experience, the more mediocre this is. Strange things, the more hidden things are…”
On the wide road, some trucks can be seen from time to time. Now, half a day after he drove out of Los Angeles, his plan was to go straight to Phoenix, Phoenix, a total distance of 601 kilometers, and… board the plane there. He doesn't have time to roam the country.
It was getting dark. He doesn't plan to rest, the ticket is at twelve noon tomorrow. After turning the corner, a freight truck approached in front.
For Yama-level perception, this distance is nothing at all. He glanced boredly, and the driver of the truck had obviously been driving for a long time, holding a can of coffee and drinking desperately.
This is a very common scene on American roads.
Just before the two cars approached, the truck driver shook the empty coffee can irritably and cursed. Edward could see it clearly. What he cursed should be the US national curse: SHIT.
In the darkness of the night, two cars passed by, as if one of countless familiar scenes on each road. Nothing out of the ordinary.
At the same time, the truck driver frowned and threw the coffee can out. Edward was extremely disgusted with this kind of person who didn't follow the rules and didn't talk about quality, and shook his head. Then... The pupils shrank suddenly.
The coffee can... hit the roof of his car.
There was only a slight "knock" sound.
No scrolling sound.
It's like... the other person dropped not a coffee can, but... a magnet.
In the next second, a "tick-tock" sound made the roof of the car sound chilling down the spine!
This is... a sticky contact time/bomb!
Without any time to think, Edward kicked the car door, and jumped out suddenly regardless of whether it was a highway or not!
boom! ! !