sbdcsierra Chapter 56 Catching a Turtle in a Jar
Chapter 56 Catching a Turtle in a Jar
Drop drop drop.
Some people replied instantly. Sometimes Lu Yiming was really puzzled. Did these people do nothing?
He's online in the group 24/7. He always replies to messages instantly.
Professor Moriarty: Your sophisticated methods of committing crimes can actually be imitated?
Hwaseong serial killer: You're making a fuss over nothing. I only killed two people; there are plenty of scumbags trying to pin the blame on me.
Educator Jigsaw: What happened to those guys you tied up before? Did you give them a chance?
Jack the Ripper: Ha, there are tons of people imitating me, and I have no problem with it.
Che Guevara: Isn't that perfect? The police will arrest that guy, and then you'll be safe.
Outlaw Zhang San: My suggestion is that you just turn yourself in. That way you won't have to take the blame for someone else, and you can save money for the rest of your life.
Lu Yiming's lips twitched.
No, before any serious discussion, you guys always have to say a few sarcastic things first, right?
Despite the complaints, at least someone got down to business.
Lu Yiming: @Professor Moriarty, do you remember the case where I pieced together a corpse? Someone imitated me, also breaking a person's limbs and then shooting them directly.
Lu Yiming: I didn't even kill them, I even gave them a chance, but this bastard just killed them.
Educator Jigsaw: Hmm, not bad, you're a good person. Just let them lose their hands and feet, and give them a chance to atone for their sins.
Harley Quinn: Hahaha, that's so weird! I've never played this game with Puddin before, I'll try it sometime!
Chemist Old Bai: So what are you unhappy about? Someone uses your name to commit a crime and it's pinned on you. Isn't that the kind of attention you want?
Lu Yiming was speechless. These guys seemed to do nothing but watch the show. Couldn't they at least offer some practical advice?
Just then, the old man who was the first to reply spoke up.
Professor Moriarty: How did you know? Can you get photos of the scene?
Lu Yiming racked his brains and came up with a plausible excuse for himself.
Lu Yiming: A daring media outlet infiltrated the area, took photos, and published them on the media.
He posted two close-up photos of the shooting.
The reason he dared to release it like this is because he had only released the bodies of two other people in the case of the dismembered corpses.
The demons had never seen the bodies of Malik and Uma.
He deliberately chose photos that did not expose the location of the break to ensure that the time would not be noticeable as unusual.
Soon, another senior administrator spoke up.
Food critic Hannibal Lecter: This man's methods are very sophisticated. He's a professional killer.
Food critic Hannibal Lecter: He probably killed someone in a ride-sharing situation to divert the police's attention to you.
Lu Yiming nodded, which coincided with his own profile.
The killer was a professionally trained assassin.
Professor Moriarty: I think you shouldn't hunt him down, but rather let him find his way out on his own.
Lu Yiming's eye twitched.
Are you even speaking human language? You expect the murderer to come forward and turn himself in?
Professor Moriarty: These professional killers all have employers; they are only responsible for fulfilling orders.
Lu Yiming was startled when he saw those words.
Wait a minute! "Order-based" crime.
He suddenly remembered another case.
When Mia's father lost his painting, he deliberately made a replica.
Why? To hide the fact that the painting was lost.
What happens if a hired thief discovers that the "stolen goods" were not actually lost, or that the stolen items were fake and he cannot explain it to his employer?
Then we'll just have to steal it again!
Similarly, what if this professional killer discovers that the "order" he completed actually went wrong?
Their professional credibility has been challenged.
Could he choose to kill again to ensure the mission's success?
Lu Yiming put down his phone and took a deep breath.
A crazy plan took shape in his mind.
It's a bit daring, and extremely risky. If things go wrong, both he and Gu Qiu could be finished.
But the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!
He glanced at the photo in his hand again.
Uma was shot in the center of her forehead and was dead beyond any hope of survival.
Then look at Malik, shot in the chest, blood soaking the sheets. But...
He turned to Caroline and asked in a fawning tone, "Senior, where's the body now? Where's the forensic doctor you hired?"
Caroline tilted her head: "It's in the hospital. The forensic doctor is still doing an autopsy in the morgue downstairs."
Lu Yiming paused.
In other words, the conclusion hasn't been reached yet?
"I wonder if that old bastard Gu Qiu dares to take this gamble with me."
Gambling can turn your life around; if you don't gamble, you'll end up in jail.
He immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Mia.
Mia replied almost instantly: !! Are you crazy?! This is too risky!
Lu Yiming: Enough with the nonsense, are you going to help me or not?
Mia: ...Who's prettier, me or that bitch?
Lu Yiming was speechless. What the hell is going on? Is this what you, Miss, are still worrying about?
For the sake of promotion, for the sake of justice, and for the sake of solving the case, I endured it.
Lu Yiming: You look good.
Mia immediately replied with a smiley face: Okay, I'll help you.
Now, everything is ready, except for an opportunity to bring the FBI together.
Just then, his cell phone rang.
It was Marcus calling, his tone extremely urgent: "Lu Yiming, where are you? Get back to the police station right now! The FBI is here; they're going to confiscate everyone's service weapons for ballistic analysis!"
Lu Yiming held his phone, a smirk playing on his lips: "The chance to catch a turtle in a jar has arrived."
He hung up the phone and looked at Caroline, saying, "Senior, can you take me back to the police station? It seems your men raided my hideout."
Caroline raised an eyebrow and smiled, then took his arm: "Don't worry, with me here, no one can bully you."
……
The two sped back to the Fremont Police Department.
The entrance was completely blocked by several black SUVs bearing the FBI logo.
A dozen or so FBI agents, armed to the teeth, were forcibly gathering all the Fremont Police Department officers together.
"Hand over your guns!"
"Hey, hey, hey, you FBI agents, don't go too far!"
"Damn it, so what if they're directly under the Federation? Coming to our territory to surrender?!"
The officers glared angrily at the guys who were bullying them on their turf, and in the end, they had no choice but to remove their holsters.
The FBI simply pushed open the door to the director's office.
The one leading the team was none other than Cliff, who had been taken down by Lu Yiming in one move.
"Director Gu, I'm sorry." Cliff said with a fake smile.
"Given the seriousness of the case, from now on, we will conduct a thorough check and comparison of all the firearms carried by everyone."
Gu Qiu sat in his office chair, his expression unchanged, as if he were not surrounded on his own territory:
"Mr. Cliff, does the FBI have a search warrant and detention warrant to arrest us all?"
Cliff said dismissively:
"We are just investigating and comparing physical evidence; it's not a formal seizure. Don't worry, it won't be long."
"Sure, of course." Gu Qiu placed his hands flat on the table and stared intently at the other person.
"We are willing to cooperate fully. However, I must send someone to supervise the entire ballistic comparison process."
Cliff hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "No problem."
Just then, Lu Yiming and Caroline walked in.
Upon seeing Lu Yiming, Cliff instinctively took a half step back, his fingers reaching for the holster.
It seemed that this would give him some confidence.
Gu Qiu spoke first, in Chinese: "Lu Yiming, give the guns to these idiots."
Upon hearing this, Cliff was stunned and mumbled something incoherently.
Lu Yiming understood immediately; Gu Qiu was telling him that everything was arranged.
He pulled out his sidearm and handed it to Cliff.
"You yellow-skinned monkey, get out of the way!" Cliff snatched the gun, shoved Lu Yiming aside, and walked outside.
Lu Yiming smiled and closed the office door behind him.
Some plans are currently known only to the two of them.
Outside the door, Cliff, holding Lu Yiming's gun, shouted to one of his men beside him:
"Go, find a way to frame this kid."
"Boss, those local thugs in Fremont are watching. They're all there during the comparison process; it won't be easy for them to tamper with the trajectory..."
"Idiot! Let's wait until that guy surnamed Gu steps down before we deal with him!"
In the lobby, FBI agents stared at Fremont police officers like guards watching over prisoners.
"Tsk, these local police officers are really pathetic. They usually have only a tiny bit of power, and now they have to carry such a huge burden of blame."
Several agents loudly mocked, regardless of whether the other party could hear them.
Half an hour later.
FBI technicians and Marcus walked out of the evidence room with the ballistic comparison results.
The technician looked a little strange and whispered a few words in Cliff's ear.
Cliff looked at him incredulously and said, "Are you sure?!"
At this moment, Gu Qiu pushed open the office door and walked out, her face also looking terrible.
No one knows what he and Lu Yiming were plotting behind the door just now.
"So, what did you find out? Can you give the guns back to my guys now?"
Gu Qiu's tone was natural, as if he already knew the outcome.
Cliff waved his hand impatiently: "Mismatched ballistics. Give them back their guns."
Fremont officers stepped forward to retrieve their service pistols.
The atmosphere in the hall was tense as everyone glared indignantly at the FBI agents.
"Fall back!" Cliff roared with a grim face.
Several FBI agents had just turned around to leave.
boom--
Suddenly, the steel blast door at the entrance of the police station slammed shut, locking the door.
Everyone was stunned, standing there dumbfounded.
You look at me, I look at you.
Nobody knows what the situation is now.
Gu Qiu took a deep breath and made up her mind:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cliff. You've been arrested..."