America, starting as a trainee police officer

Police station, break room.

During Nolan's interrogation by the Interior Ministry.

Levi, Lucy, West, and Lopez were all there.

"I can't imagine how bad Nolan's situation is right now." West's hand holding the coffee cup was trembling.

Li Wei glanced at him from the side.

West's reaction was understandable; someone who grew up in the city probably had never even killed a chicken.

Suddenly witnessing a colleague commit murder would inevitably cause some psychological discomfort.

Can you imagine it?

West then looked at the only P2 in the lounge.

Lopez listened to West's question and fell into reminiscence.

He sighed.

"able……"

He paused for a moment.

"In my second year as TO, something went wrong during a prisoner transport. The new recruit I was supervising didn't thoroughly search the suspect, and her gun was taken from her..."

Here, she looked at her hands that were holding the coffee cup.

"If I hadn't acted decisively and pulled the trigger, it would have been me and the new recruit who died."

The topic was a bit heavy, and the atmosphere in the lounge was somewhat somber.

What happened to that newcomer afterwards?

Lucy asked curiously.

"I don't know, she was fired from the police force."

"Are there any other ways to get through this?"

Lucy then looked at Lopez.

This little saint is wondering if there's any way to help Nolan get out of this.

In fact, you can only get through this kind of thing on your own; no one else can help you.

Li Wei, standing to the side, couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"No, I can only bear it all alone."

As expected, Lopez's answer was exactly what Levi had thought.

"Alright, break time's over, time to get back to work. Let's go, rookie."

As he spoke, Lopez stood up and looked at Levi.

...

hospital.

Lopez and Levi walked side by side down the corridor.

"Guy Lusen? Did you call the police?" Lopez looked at the doctor in front of him, who was sitting on the family lounge chair, deep in thought with a puzzled expression.

Her gaze lingered on the nameplate on his chest for a few seconds.

"Yes, come with me. I'll take you to see the body."

After saying that, he got up and led Levi and Lopez toward the morgue.

On the way, a black man blocked their path.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Luxen looked helpless: "Listen, Bobby, I don't have time right now. Please get out of here. Besides taking these two officers to examine that mysterious corpse, I have sixteen patients waiting for me. I prescribed you painkillers yesterday."

Upon hearing this, the black man named Bobby shrugged.

"I lost it, I was robbed."

Upon hearing this, Luxembourg sighed again: "Just how many times a week do you get robbed?"

"Come on! Doc! Give me the medicine."

Bobby looked pleading.

Lopez, standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer and coughed, "Ahem, please don't ignore our presence, Mr. Bobby."

"What? It's legal for me to get a prescription from a doctor. Don't think I don't know the law!"

Most Black people will always subconsciously put themselves in the shoes of the perpetrator when thinking and answering questions.

"Listen, Bobby, you don't need painkillers, you need some vitamins and some exercise, okay?"

This Bobby was clearly a friend of Luxembourg, and he didn't want to see him clash with the police.

Hearing Lu Sen's words, Li Wei raised his eyebrows, surprised that there were still doctors like this in America today.

But to be honest, what he said is not realistic at all.

Judging from his appearance, this Bobby doesn't seem like a rich person; he's most likely at the same table as Frank.

Ask him to pay for vitamins? Forget it, those things are more expensive than drugs in America.

"Oh, don't do that! Lucien! We've known each other for a long time."

Bobby remained relentless.

"You're not sick! Okay? I can't prescribe medicine for you, please don't bother me! I have a ton of things to do!"

It was clear that Luxem was a bit agitated.

Upon hearing this, Bobby glanced at Lusen, then at Lopez and Levi standing to the side.

"Okay, I respect your decision."

"I'm so grateful!" Lucien breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Bobby had finally stopped bothering him.

After saying that, Lu Sen opened the door to the morgue.

After ignoring Lusen, Bobby turned to look for other people.

"He's a drug addict; you shouldn't have even given him the first prescription."

Lopez said something while watching Bobby's retreating figure.

Upon hearing this, Luxem did not speak and remained silent for a while.

"The body is here." He said, lifting the biohazard protective plastic sheet covering the morgue.

The body was that of a white male in his fifties or sixties.

"He was found unconscious on Third Avenue early yesterday morning, with a hospital identification badge in his hand that I had never seen before."

"Where's the identification tag?"

"Here it is." Guy said, picking up a silver identification tag from the table next to him.

Li Wei put on nitrile gloves and placed the identification tag inside the evidence bag.

"At first I suspected he had inhaled angel dust or some new type of drug, but his blood test results overturned that conclusion."

"Take a look here."

Guy then turned the body over and showed Levi and the others its back.

A stitched wound, resembling a centipede, appeared before the two of them.

It is about seven or eight centimeters long.

"The deceased appeared to have undergone a major surgery before his death, and these suturing techniques were performed by professional medical personnel."

After noting down everything Guy said, Levi approached and examined the wound closely.

It doesn't seem like a fatal wound.

"Did the deceased say anything useful before their death?"

"There wasn't much meaningful information. He only said his name was Claude Minkins, something about Triple Therapy, and mentioned a name called Teddy Dawson, and a place called Big House."

As he spoke, Guy rubbed his temples; these mysteries were on his mind.

Since graduating from medical school, he has treated countless patients, and many of them have died.

Some had gunshot wounds, some had cancer, and some were poisoned.

But he had never seen a patient like Minkins, whose true cause of death could not be determined by either blood tests or toxicology tests.

"This sounds... a bit complicated..."

After listening to the whole thing, Lopez knew that this case was beyond the capabilities of a P2 like her and a rookie PO like Levi.

We need to report this to the Major Crimes Unit.

"Thank you for the information, Dr. Luxembourg. We will notify the forensic pathologist and the major crimes unit to handle this matter."

Although it is likely to be an unsolved case, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

"This is my business card. If you have any ideas, you can call me."

After carefully collecting the deceased's identification tag, Li Wei handed Guy a business card.

Guy took the business card and read out Li Wei's name.

"Wei Li... Okay, officer."

After he finished speaking, he put the business card away, but his face still looked solemn.