The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

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The first group to arrive were not the investigation team or the forensic doctors, but Will and his group who happened to be patrolling nearby.

Putting aside Will and Weston, when it comes to maintaining order on set, Darren, the king of slacking off, would definitely be the first to arrive.

Because maintaining the site is both safe and a good way to kill time.

So when Darren got out of the police car, his first words were: "I knew Eric's work tonight wouldn't be peaceful. Sure enough, he's only been out for a short while and things have already gotten messy."

Upon hearing this, Eric, who was tidying up outside, threw the retractable aluminum pole he was using to build the cordon at the guy.

"Hey! I'm just stating the facts!" Darren caught it precisely with a backhand, then casually tossed it to Lucy, the trainee officer following behind with a helpless expression, before striding towards Eric.

Behind their police car, two more police cars were parked. Will and the others walked over together. They watched Eric and Darren's playful fight and all shook their heads.

at the same time.

The arrival of Will and his group also attracted the attention of the local residents. In addition to the neighboring family watching, people from houses across the street and next door came out one after another, looking around curiously and discussing.

"What's going on?" Will asked Eric.

After he said that, Weston and Darren, who had left everything to the newcomers, also looked over.

“I don’t understand,” Eric said, looking at the house that, even with its lights on, still exuded a cold atmosphere.

"It's just disgusting."

Will and the others exchanged glances. To them, if Eric found it disgusting, then what had happened inside the house was absolutely something that would shatter their worldview.

Because Eric's values ​​are generally considered to be positive.

"So?" Weston asked tentatively.

"Is it perverted?"

Eric nodded, as if to say something, but Darren interrupted him:
"Forget it, I'd rather not listen. I feel like I'll have nightmares!"

Darren grumbled as he walked toward the newcomers who were blocking the outer passage, amidst the disdainful looks from Will and Weston.

“That’s about it.” Eric didn’t try to hide anything, only stating all the information he knew so far.

Although Eric didn't voice his guess, Will and Weston, two experienced patrol officers, immediately understood what was going on.

As Eric spoke, both of their expressions turned quite grim.

"Shit! That bastard definitely has something wrong with him!" Will cursed under his breath. He also had children and couldn't stand this kind of thing.

Weston nodded in agreement.

But the two men's expressions were merely unpleasant, not shocked, because they had heard and seen so much of it that they eventually became accustomed to it.

Eric shrugged. The country beneath his feet was full of all sorts of monsters and demons; it couldn't be viewed from a normal perspective. The best approach was to look directly at it and try to understand it.

At first he didn't understand, but eventually he gradually began to understand.

Sensing the commotion, Eric looked toward the intersection.

Soon, the forensic department's vehicle appeared at the intersection. As the vehicle with its flashing police lights approached, Eric looked away.

"Guys, let's get started."

Will and Weston also saw the forensic vehicle, nodded, and dispersed.

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Eric stood guard on the perimeter, oblivious to his duties, watching the forensic department's vehicle pull up in front of him.

Several technicians, looking exhausted from being forced into their work, carrying various survey kits, radiated resentment from working overtime and their faces clearly showing their displeasure at being temporarily conscripted. The key point was that the man in his thirties leading the group was someone he recognized—Hope, the one who had led the team on Annie's first day.

A pillar of the forensic department, a technical genius.

Seeing Hope's utterly dejected expression, Eric obediently looked away, pretending not to see anything.

"Look who this is?"

Hope's gaze fell on the tall, upright policeman performing his duty by the police line, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh tinged with mockery:
"I feel like my work trajectory is starting to overlap with your call-out routes. Tell me honestly, is there some special aura that attracts cases?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the team members behind Hope looked at Eric.

Will and Weston, who were standing not far from Eric, wholeheartedly agreed with this statement.

Eric knew that pretending not to see it wouldn't work anymore, so he cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. To be honest, he also felt that he really had some kind of halo, because every simple police incident would escalate to the point of death.

"Hope, that's pure prejudice against me. I'm just a patrol officer, isn't it normal for me to be protecting the crime scene when I encounter a case?"

“It’s unbelievable, I’ve seen you more often this quarter than my ex-wife, who’s all in the past.” Hope shook her head, letting her men take the equipment inside first, while she handed a box she was carrying directly to Eric.

"I think you'll be the first one to get to the scene. We're a bit short-handed. Can you lend a hand?"

Eric took it without hesitation, knowing that Hope had to see his ex-wife at least four times a month to visit his son after the divorce.

"Come on, I bet the stray dogs you encounter on the street see you more often than your ex-wife."

Hope was speechless for a moment, and could only glare at Eric before leading him inside.

Eric nodded to Will and the others, and after they waved back, he followed them inside.

Great, he can learn some more techniques by stealing them.

After all, he couldn't be a lowly patrolman forever, so when he occasionally studied criminal psychology in Tifa, he would participate in it to improve himself.

The main reason is that, as time goes by, his mind seems to have gained a deeper understanding of the current system.

As Deep Blue's abilities increased, his thinking became increasingly sharp. He learned everything very quickly, just like a highly talented person who could quickly grasp the essentials of a new field upon first encountering it.

However, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and Eric knew that he would only be able to assist Hope under her command and handle some auxiliary tasks.

But that's enough.

Once inside.

The technicians who had just come in were already standing in the entrance hallway, doing the initial setup.

That is, to wear Full PPE (personal protective equipment).
White disposable protective suits, head covers, double-layered nitrile gloves, etc.

Eric stood behind Hope, watching the group of technicians walk to the shoe cover machine that had been placed there beforehand, and muttered to himself.

"Very professional."

"Here you go." Hope took a set of personal protective equipment from the front and handed it to him.

Eric instinctively asked, "Me too?"

“Of course.” Hope rolled her eyes at Eric, as if to tell him to stop talking nonsense.

“Alright!” Eric had no choice but to put down the box, take the protective gear from Hope, and put it on.

"Just follow my instructions," Hope said, then walked to the shoe cover machine and stepped on it, as if giving a lesson.

Eric, dressed in protective gear, looked like one of them. He nodded, picked up his suitcase, and followed Hope onto the shoe cover machine, letting the machine automatically put anti-static and non-slip blue disposable shoe covers on his shoes.

(End of this chapter)