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Chapter 83 Warning and Robbery Case (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)

Russell and Marty chatted for a few more minutes, and then Diaz silently stood up.

"What's wrong, Diaz?"

Russell asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Corpse number six," Diaz said in a deep voice.

"Oh, right." Marty slapped his forehead and stood up. "We found Ashley Brown's former colleague, who was a physics teacher at a high school back then—we're planning to talk to her colleague. To be honest, it's really hard to find clues in a murder case five years ago."

"It's alright." Russell shrugged. "Just do your best—if necessary, contact the FBI; perhaps we can find clues by investigating the relationship between the deceased and Pathologist Simmons."

"That guy named Simmons has way too many complicated social connections," Marty said, straightening his clothes. "I think we should start with the deceased—I'll let you know as soon as I get any leads."

Marty and Diaz left the criminal investigation center.

Russell can now use both of their workstations.

However, Russell did not need to write a forensic report. The nineteen bodies were handed over to Professor Victor's two students, who, with the help of FBI forensic experts, would write the reports for the nineteen bodies together.

Russell didn't need to submit an application to hand over his work, because Dr. Beckman had already prepared all the necessary procedures and documentation for him beforehand.

Therefore, Russell, who had just solved a major serial murder case, became one of the most idle people on the third floor of the entire criminal investigation center.

He took his cup to the water dispenser, filled it halfway, strolled to the interrogation room door, and watered the snake plant that Jesse had almost murdered with coffee.

After a week's absence, the snake plant seems to have grown a little taller. Its dark green leaves are glistening with oil and trembling, like fresh layers of fat that have just been cut open.

Clearly, after Russell's reminder, no one poured milk or coffee into its flowerpot anymore.

After visiting the snake plant, Russell sat at Marty's workstation for a while, then checked his phone to see if his travel allowance had arrived.

As expected, one cannot have any hope for the administrative efficiency of any department in the United States; the $340 daily travel allowance has yet to be delivered.

Following that, Russell listlessly scrolled through TikTok for a while with pictures of adorable bears and wondered if he should visit 0CME.

Have a chat with Dr. Beckman at the forensic center.

As a blonde woman in a bikini rapidly jiggled her breasts and some of her fat on the screen, a voice came from behind Russell: "Russell, come to my office, okay?"

Russell quickly swiped to the next lowbrow dance video and turned to look at Captain Hansen's office.

Captain Hansen was standing at the door waving at him.

In the office, the pothos on top of the filing cabinet stretched out its arms and legs arrogantly, sprouting a bunch of fresh green shoots in the warm winter office.

Russell casually closed the office door and pulled up a chair to sit outside the desk.

Tea or coffee?

Captain Hansen asked Russell, holding up two cups.

"Coffee bar."

Two minutes later, Captain Hansen shoved a cup of instant coffee into Russell's hand. He then took another cup and went behind his desk, sitting down in a chair.

He placed his hands on the table, looked at Russell, and said in a calm and soothing tone, "Russell, I know you just solved a shocking case with almost no help—but, and I must say but, you encountered warnings from accomplices along the way, which was very dangerous."

"Indeed." Russell nodded in deep agreement. "That guy didn't intend to kill me and Aina; he just wanted us to back down—if he had ambushed us on our way back to the farm with a gun, Russell didn't continue."

"It's not just that." Captain Hansen shook his head seriously. "I know you're very capable, Russell. We've all seen your performance over the past year, especially recently—but I hope you won't be working alone anymore."

Russell silently took a sip of his coffee.

"I've seen many vicious criminals," Captain Hansen paused, then continued, "When they know their crimes are about to be exposed, they usually make a last-ditch effort—and at that moment, you have to be extra careful. You can't let the joy of impending victory cloud your judgment and expose yourself to the criminals—I don't mean to criticize you, but I still want to ask, why didn't you contact the Ulster County Sheriff's Department for help beforehand?"

"I'm worried that someone within the police department might be involved in the crime," Russell shrugged. "After all, Simmons is praised by everyone in the department. If he's bribed someone in the department, and that person knows the details of our investigation, we'll definitely encounter much greater resistance in solving the case—"

Captain Hansen hummed in agreement: "Your concerns are valid. If I were in your shoes, I would also suspect there might be a mole within the police department. But—if you don't trust the new environment, you can actually seek help from another group of people."

Russell understood what Captain Hansen meant.

"I understand, Captain. I underestimated how sensitive the criminals were to our investigation—I thought we were being very discreet, but we still alerted them. If something like this happens again, I will inform you immediately."

Captain Hansen nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, Russell. I know you haven't seen that many criminals, and it's normal to occasionally misjudge their psychology and actions—but you must remember this lesson. With your abilities, you can solve thousands of cases in the future. I don't want us to lose an excellent forensic pathologist and colleague because of one misjudgment."

Captain Hansen clapped his hands, his tone becoming more relaxed again: "Alright, Russell, a sign of getting old is constantly bringing up things from the past—I hope you don't find me annoying."

"How could that be?" Russell said with a smile.

"That's good." Captain Hansen nodded. "Uh—actually, there's another matter I wanted to discuss with you."

Russell put down his coffee cup and adopted a listening posture.

Captain Hansen cleared his throat, a hint of pride in his voice: "I've submitted the closing report for the John Downs serial murders. If all goes well, the wrongful conviction from six years ago will soon be overturned—"

"That's a good thing!"

Russell sat up straight.

"Of course it's a good thing," Captain Hansen smiled. "But some people still used this as an opportunity to make a few demands of me—have you been involved in robberies before, Russell?"

"Robbery?"

Russell was taken aback, somewhat bewildered.

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