sbdcsierra Chapter 81 The deceased had a good reputation
Chapter 81 The deceased had a good reputation
The underground parking garage of the University of Sacramento.
"Friend, let me explain, I really didn't do this." The butcher's voice on the other end of the phone was very panicked.
Lu Yiming first received an advance payment of $50 from Governor Richard, who also gave all state police under his command.
He rushed back to the scene of the crime immediately and then called the butcher to settle the score.
"You'd better explain yourself," he said menacingly into the phone.
The contact person suddenly died upon arrival at the delivery location?
He suspected that the butcher had set a trap to harm him, and if he couldn't find the real culprit, he would simply use the butcher as a scapegoat.
"Friend, it really wasn't me! I'm still waiting to make a fortune, why would I kill my contact?"
"I'm giving you one day. If you can't find out the truth, you can expect to come back to Fremont and settle the score with me."
Lu Yiming hung up the phone immediately.
Several state troopers rushed over. They were the same men who had escorted him there earlier at the Fremont police station.
They used to be so arrogant, but now they're all bowing low and being extremely respectful.
"Officer Lu, the governor has just spoken. From now on, you are in full charge of this case, and we will all be at your command!"
The state trooper, with a fawning expression, pulled out a cigarette case.
Lu Yiming waved his hand, refusing the cigarette offered. "I still prefer your rebellious side; please revert to that."
"Let's take a look at the scene first."
The underground parking garage has been cordoned off.
State police sealed off all entrances and exits, and all faculty and students on campus were prohibited from leaving.
Lu Yiming walked up to the old black Ford.
The female state trooper standing nearby took out some documents and followed closely behind, reporting on the situation.
"The deceased was named Simmons, 31 years old, a history professor. He had an excellent reputation at the university, actively participated in anti-racism marches, was a vegetarian, and encouraged students to participate in LGBT organizations. The students all loved him..."
"What a load of crap," Lu Yiming cursed inwardly.
This is stacking buffs, it's got all five poisons!
This bastard is an arms dealer in private. Did your state troopers do background checks using VPNs and steamed buns?
He put on latex gloves, leaned into the carriage, and carefully examined the body.
Simmons slumped in the driver's seat, his eyes bulging outwards, his pupils surrounded by bloodshot veins.
Dark red blood flowed from his nostrils, ears, and the corners of his mouth, already dried into clumps.
His death was exactly the same as that of Vance, who died in the governor's car a few hours earlier.
Lu Yiming reached out and pinched the dead man's stiff cheeks, then pried open his eyelids to take a look.
Finally, I noticed a small silver flask on the passenger seat.
The flask lid was open, and the aroma of whiskey wafted from inside.
Sure enough. That idiot drank a couple of sips of alcohol while waiting for the goods to be delivered.
Alcohol accelerates the circulation of ricin in the blood, causing the toxin to instantly impact the heart and central nervous system, triggering blood vessel rupture.
I've said it so many times: Don't drink and drive.
Lu Yiming casually rummaged in the deceased's coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone.
He picked up the deceased's thumb and pressed it onto the screen.
With a click, the screen unlocked.
He subconsciously opened his phone's photo album.
"WTF..."
Lu Yiming gasped.
The ancients said that one should clear one's browsing history and phone photo album before dying, and they were right.
The album is full of photos of young girls of various skin tones without clothes.
Most of them are Asian international students.
Judging from the angle of the photos, these girls are all smiling very proactively at the camera.
Is this what you call an excellent teacher? And a teacher with a good reputation? Is it because of their good skills?
Lu Yiming disdainfully tossed his phone to the state police officer behind him.
"Take this phone and check the photos of these girls in the album."
"Officer Lu, what do we do next?"
"Take the deceased for an autopsy. He was most likely poisoned to death. Go and investigate where he went today and what he ate."
Lu Yiming casually gave the order to continue searching the carriage.
Several state troopers came forward and removed Simmons' body from the driver's seat.
"Wait a moment."
Lu Yiming keenly noticed that something was stuck in the gap of the seat below the corpse's buttocks.
He reached out and pulled the thing out.
It is a small origami.
The white paper was folded into the shape of a bird, with a sharp beak and outstretched wings.
"What is this?"
The female state trooper leaned over for a look. "It looks like origami."
Lu Yiming frowned; he had seen this origami before.
In the Fremont murder case, the hitman who took the blame said that his employer had asked him to bring this origami.
Could this case have been committed by that professional hitman?
He didn't know much about birds, after all, these animals aren't printed on US dollars.
He put away the origami, turned around, and walked out of the garage.
"Come with me to the girls' dormitory."
He now has someone he suspects in his mind.
……
Because of the murder, state police ordered all teachers and students to remain on campus.
The thirty-odd international students who had been associated with Simmons were taken to the small auditorium and questioned one by one.
The others remained in the dorms, including Rachel from room 302.
Several state troopers forcibly pushed open the dormitory door, ignoring the girls' protests, and kicked out all of Rachel's roommates except for her.
"What are you doing! This is a girls' dormitory!"
Several girls crowded at the doorway, angrily pointing fingers.
With a bang, the dormitory door was slammed shut.
Only Lu Yiming and Rachel, who was sitting in a chair looking completely bewildered, remained.
Rachel was wearing an oversized hoodie, and her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders.
Her body trembled slightly, and she stared blankly at Lu Yiming.
Lu Yiming showed no mercy and stepped forward to pinch Rachel's face.
"Why are you in the underground parking lot? Was this Black professor killed by someone from Lazarus?"
Rachel was pinched so hard it hurt, but her little face turned bright red.
She turned her head away, not daring to look Lu Yiming in the eye, and her body began to tremble slightly.
Lu Yiming blinked, not expecting her to react this way. Why are you blushing like a teapot?
I'm being mean to you! Where did your imposing manner from the warehouse go?
Rachel said in a voice barely audible:
"After you let me go last time... I left Lazarus and never contacted them again."
As she spoke, she pulled open her clothes, revealing scars she had from playing the game.
"I don't blame you. You gave me a new life and made me realize that my previous beliefs were all bullshit. You are my new master."
"I didn't kill anyone. I was really startled when I met you today, but I quickly realized it was fate that brought us together again. I secretly followed you and saw you being held at gunpoint by two state troopers, so I ran out to try and help you out..."
Her voice grew softer as she spoke, but her eyes gradually became unfocused.
For such a fanatical believer whose mind has been broken, when her old beliefs are crushed, she will instinctively regard the abuser as her new faith.
In layman's terms, it's Stockholm syndrome, or a masochistic disorder.
"I will obey any order from my master. I will do whatever you ask..."
Rachel was panting, her fair cheeks flushed.
She suddenly slid off the chair and knelt directly in front of Lu Yiming.
She placed her hands on Lu Yiming's knees and looked up with her pitiful face.
The neckline is open, revealing everything when viewed from above.
"Master, please sit down..."
She lowered her head and moved closer to Lu Yiming's waist.
Judging from this posture, he's trying to demonstrate "unzipping his pants without using his hands".
Lu Yiming was startled.
"Stop, stop, stop! Another day, another day!"
He quickly reached out to pull Rachel's shoulder.
The movement was so big that the origami he had just stuffed into his pants pocket fell out.
Rachel knelt on the ground and immediately spotted the origami.
She reached out and picked it up, her eyes filled with delight: "So you like robins too, Master!"
Lu Yiming's mind went blank.
He grabbed Rachel's wrist.
"You recognize this? What did you just say this was?"
Rachel nodded, looking aggrieved. "That's a robin. Lots of German exchange students at our school can rob them..."