People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 169 Strawberry Jam and the Murder Case

In the dimly lit screening room, a currently popular comedy film was playing on the screen.

Suren leaned back in her comfortable chair, holding a sundae in her hand.

Carrie, sitting to the side, would occasionally look away from the big screen and steal glances at his profile.

"What's wrong? Didn't you like the movie?"

Suren turned her head and asked softly.

Caught peeking, Carrie turned her head away like a startled rabbit, staring intently at the large screen in front of her, shaking her head repeatedly: "Nothing—nothing, it's pretty good."

In the popcorn bucket on her lap, the little monster Jimoz leaned halfway out, stuffing large mouthfuls of popcorn into his mouth with great relish.

During a break from watching the movie, Suren glanced at his phone casually. There was still no reply from McKlain on the screen, which made him feel uneasy.

After watching the movie, the two pushed a shopping cart into a nearby large supermarket.

Even on a weekday afternoon, the supermarket was still bustling with people, and many customers were coming and going between the shelves.

Suren pushed the shopping cart behind, while Carrie walked in front, carefully comparing items on each shelf.

Every time she picked up a bag of goods, she would carefully check the production date, spend a long time looking at the ingredient list, and then compare it repeatedly with similar items before she would put it in her shopping cart with peace of mind.

Suren smiled slightly at her thrifty appearance; she was really good at managing a household.

If he hadn't forcibly taken the shopping cart at the entrance, he was sure Carrie would have pushed the cart herself and done all the shopping by herself, without him having to lift a finger.

In the shopping cart, the little monster Gimmoz appears to have suffered acute carbon poisoning due to excessive consumption of popcorn and carbohydrates.

He lay sprawled out among a pile of vegetables, his round belly rising and falling with each breath.

Several passing customers couldn't help but stop and take a second look at the furry, strangely shaped, and adorable creature in the shopping cart. Some of the bolder young girls even tried to grab it.

Suren held onto the cart with one hand, feeling the ordinary yet lively atmosphere around her, and a rare sense of peace rose in her heart.

Just then, Carrie, who was walking ahead, stopped in front of a shelf full of jam.

She looked up and her gaze fell on a jar of handmade strawberry jam on the top shelf.

That's Patty's favorite brand of bread.

But the shelves were just too high for her.

Carrie stood on tiptoe, stretched out her arms, and her palm was still more than ten centimeters away from the jam.

She tried jumping twice, but still couldn't get it off.

Carrie frowned slightly and turned to look at Suren, who was pushing the cart behind her.

I was the one who asked him out today, and I already felt bad that he took the stroller from me, so how could I ask him to help me carry things?

Because she had been deliberately practicing her control over telekinesis at the firm recently, she subconsciously thought about using telekinesis to solve problems.

As a result, a massive amount of telekinetic energy uncontrollably pressed down on the shelf.

"Squeak"

The sturdy metal shelves began to warp and twist slightly, and the goods on the entire shelf vibrated.

At that moment, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

Carrie shuddered violently, and her telekinetic power vanished instantly.

"Why bother using your abilities for something so trivial?"

Suren had somehow appeared behind her, casually raised her hand, and easily took down the top layer of strawberry jam, placing it in the shopping cart.

Suren lowered his head slightly, leaned close to her ear, and teased her in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Otherwise, if we dismantle this shelf, we'll have to stay in this supermarket for the next week and work for them to compensate for the losses."

Carrie's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe peach.

She lowered her head in embarrassment, clutching her skirt with both hands, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry—I got so anxious that I forgot to control myself."

No need to apologize.

Suren said slowly, "Mastering power is not something that can be achieved overnight, so don't be too impatient. But also remember, never become overly dependent on it."

night.

The two walked side by side on the bustling commercial street.

Carrie still seemed a little uncomfortable in this environment. The flashing neon lights around her fell alternately on her fair cheeks, making her appear even more awkward.

Left with no other choice, she could only deliberately slow down, lagging behind Su Lun by half a step, like a fawn hiding under the eaves, using his tall figure to block the view of the surrounding crowd.

Suren didn't turn around, but she sensed something and slowed her pace slightly.

"If it's too noisy, we'll go back after we're done shopping."

"It's okay————"

Hearing the sounds coming from ahead, Carrie quickly shook her head and followed in small steps.

"It doesn't seem so scary after all."

Suren did not speak again.

After returning to the office, the relaxation on his face gradually faded. He took out his phone and glanced at it; the chat interface was still showing the message he had sent during the day.

For a full day and night, McLean did not respond.

This is highly unusual given their relationship.

The following day, Los Santos Police Department.

It's as busy and chaotic as ever here.

The phone rang incessantly, police officers ran around with documents in hand, and a row of handcuffed thieves and thugs were hurling insults at each other on chairs against the wall.

There was even a black thug with dreadlocks who whistled at Suren, who had just arrived, as he was being led through the hall.

He came to the police station today to see what had happened to McLean.

Perhaps the other party encountered some difficulties or had a tricky case, which is why they couldn't reply to the message.

Suren walked through the hall with practiced ease and arrived at McLean's office.

"Tap tap tap—"

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"Enter."

A young voice came from inside the door.

Suren frowned slightly and pushed the door open to enter.

The desk and coffee cups that were piled up with various files have been cleaned up neatly.

The person sitting behind the desk was not the middle-aged detective who always had dark circles under his eyes.

Instead, it was a strange policeman in a neat uniform, looking tired.

"Sorry, sir? Who are you looking for?"

The young policeman stopped organizing the documents, looked up at Suren, and his eyes showed a hint of wariness.

Suren was taken aback. Could this guy have been transferred and investigated by his superiors because he went to high-heel clubs too often?

"McLean, John McLean."

Suren gave his name.

Upon hearing this, not only those in the office but also several police officers passing by in the corridor paused slightly.

The noisy office area instantly fell silent.

You mean old John?

The young policeman stood up, walked to the door, and gestured towards the office with his chin, indicating, "Come in and let's talk."

Seeing his cryptic demeanor, Suren felt a bad premonition rising in her heart.

The young policeman closed the door, leaned against his desk, and rubbed his cheeks with his hands.

"Old John, he has already—"

The police officer choked up slightly as he spoke, unable to continue.

Suren looked at him: "What happened?"

The old detective who always complained as he cleaned up the mess after dealing with the thugs—something happened to him.

The young policeman took a deep breath and began to recount the events: "A while ago, a vicious murder occurred in the suburbs."

"A young man murdered his pregnant girlfriend."

The police officer looked grim, seemingly unwilling to recall the horrific scene.

"After receiving the report, as the main person in charge of the case, old John personally tracked down the suspect, and unfortunately, he was killed in the end —"

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Suren paused for a moment, then asked, "Where is that young man?"

"He's dead too—"