sbdcsierra Chapter 25: The Identities of the Five Victims
Chapter 25: The Identities of the Five Victims
The next morning, Lu Yiming told Marcus his deductions.
Marcus was stunned. Were there really so many details he hadn't discovered?
What do these professional forensic doctors do?
"What are they after?"
Lu Yiming shook his head. Based on last night's reasoning, they were declaring war.
But to whom they declared war, and why, is still unknown.
"In any case, as long as we get that group photo, the victim's identity will be completely clear."
Marcus immediately ordered all homicide squad officers to be armed and head straight for the slum.
That's gang territory; they never welcome these bastards.
In the police car, Leo, wearing a bulletproof vest, naturally sat down next to Lu Yiming.
Startled, Lu Yiming jumped up and squeezed next to Mia.
This guy is terrifying; he's afraid he'll lose his chrysanthemum in the future.
Wait a minute... why did Chen Ruoyan bring him food? Did this guy lie to Ruoyan?
No, I have to remind her after the case is solved.
"Hey, you're crowding me!" Mia pushed him away irritably.
……
As the police car drove into the slum, the young Black people on the street instantly became alert, their hands reaching behind their backs.
This is gang territory; the police wouldn't normally come in so openly.
Marcus got out of the car and yelled, "Back off Negg! We're looking for Cohen! Get the hell out of here if you don't want to die!"
Lu Yiming was a little surprised: "Boss, so you discriminate too?"
He knew that after this, Cohen was doomed.
The pig caused a huge commotion; it's impossible for the gang not to cause him trouble.
The group knocked on the Cohen family's door, but no one answered.
Lu Yiming sensed something was wrong. Cohen, that gambling addict, wasn't there, and Talia should be home too.
Marcus, impatient, ordered his men to grab two black men from the street.
The two, wearing thick gold chains and dressed like rebellious, fearless rappers, actually behaved very honestly, raising their hands above their heads.
"Officer! We'll cooperate! We'll absolutely cooperate!"
"Cohen? That guy sold his daughter for a huge sum of money yesterday and went gambling!"
"What did you say?!" Lu Yiming roared in fury and was about to attack.
Marcus quickly stopped him: "Ming! Calm down! I'll handle this later! Don't worry, I promise!"
Lu Yiming suppressed his anger.
Marcus immediately sent men to the casino and brought Cohen back.
This guy had an oily face, a stubble beard, and bloodshot eyes; he looked like he'd been gambling all night.
"Hey! Officer! Officer, could you lend me some money to try and win back my losses? I'll definitely pay you back once my wife's disability allowance comes in... It's a shame to miss out on such a long line of bets..."
Lu Yiming could no longer hold back and kicked him to the ground, his own toes throbbing from the impact.
The obese Cohen rolled on the ground, clutching his head.
The surrounding police officers turned around in unison, using their bodies to block the camera lens of the body camera.
This is what you call compassionate law enforcement, but a firm slap. Anyway, he wasn't a police officer, so it was fine to hit him.
At worst, I can take a paid leave for a while.
Lu Yiming grabbed his collar: "Where's Talia?!"
"That day, after you all left... a group of people came."
Cohen clutched his head. "They gave me $50,000, saying they wanted custody of Talia and wanted to take her away. They even beat me up..."
Lu Yiming gritted his teeth: "So you sold it?!"
"No, no! I'm Talia's father!! I love her too!"
"Where is that person?"
"Later they... increased it to 60,000..."
Lu Yiming then gave him a severe beating.
Ten minutes later, Marcus pulled the panting Lu Yiming aside: "Alright, alright, if you keep hitting me, you'll probably be exhausted first."
Lu Yiming wiped his sweat.
Damn it, bring a whip next time; those things have pretty high physical resistance.
I'm going to work out as soon as I get back, just to beat scum like you to death.
Marcus reminded him to take care of business first, and that he would handle the little girl's matter and guarantee that everything would be alright.
The surrounding officers all nodded, but Mia rolled her eyes.
……
Cohen's house was even messier than last time, with broken beer bottles all over the floor.
The cabinet where the photos used to be displayed now only has that one group photo from the "Disabled Persons Mutual Aid Association".
The family photo is missing; it must have been taken by Talia.
Lu Yiming opened the photo frame, took out the photo, and quickly circled five people with a marker:
An Indian woman, a white man, a black woman, a black man, and a Japanese man.
The name is on the back of the photo:
Aisha Cohen, an Indian woman whose face was disfigured.
Hank, a white homeless man missing his left arm.
Uma, a Black woman who is missing her right arm and is currently in the ICU.
Malik, a Black man who is missing his left leg and whose leg has not yet appeared.
And then there was Nao, the Japanese man who died at the very beginning, missing his right leg.
From then on, the identities of all five unidentified victims in the subway body piecing case were fully clarified.
Or rather, they voluntarily became victims.
Their act of piecing together corpses is an attempt to create a complete human being and to declare war on and provoke certain individuals.
As for who their target is? We don't know yet.
But this is already a major breakthrough.
Marcus was overjoyed and kept patting Lu Yiming on the back.
He then directed the others to act quickly: "Immediately verify the information of these five people!"
Lu Yiming felt a bit of pain from the slap and quickly pulled him away.
"Boss, it's not over yet. Even if they were all volunteers, disposing of the body, moving it, stitching it up... these five disabled people definitely won't be enough. There must be other helpers."
"Yes, what's your opinion?"
Lu Yiming thought for a moment, "I think it's related to the target they want to declare war on. Only by figuring out the target can we know why others are helping them."
"Perhaps they share common interests."
Thinking of this, Lu Yiming hid in the bathroom and took out his phone.
He opened the "Legendary Criminals Chat Group".
Lu Yiming: I have a question for you. If you had an irreconcilable enemy, how would you take revenge on him?
The group chat instantly became lively.
Che Guevara: We have to steal his electric scooter! Let him know how treacherous society can be!
Jack the Ripper: @Che Guevara (low-level). I will have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
The Seven Deadly Sins Killer: I will design seven cases. The first six will take away everything he cherishes, and the last one... will make him end his own life.
Hannibal Lecter, the gourmet: Enemies? They're the finest ingredients. Resentment is the best seasoning. I'll prepare a special meal and invite his most important family members to share it.
Chemist Lao Bai: Too complicated. If you sell him blue rock candy, he'll destroy himself and then kneel down begging you for gratitude.
Educator Jigsaw: You're all too direct. @Lu Yiming, you should play a game with him. The weight of life should be placed on a scale.
Lu Yiming's lips twitched as he looked at the increasingly terrifying revenge plans on the screen.
They're a bunch of living devils.
Outlaw Zhang San: Brother, what's up? Who's got the guts to mess with you?
Lu Yiming: It's nothing, just a personal grudge. I disposed of the body this time just to disgust him.
He said this on purpose, using the thinking of these lunatics to deduce the motives of these five disabled people.
He was never a detective genius; he was just an ordinary person who wanted to solve cases.
The best ideas for solving cases sometimes lie in the minds of criminals.
Professor Moriarty: Interesting. Your revenge carries a strong sense of humiliation and symbolism. What did he do? Did he take something important from you? Money? Dignity?
Che Guevara: Is that even a question? Either he stole his wife! Or he stole his money!
Lu Yiming: ...
The thought process behind stealing batteries is so simple and pure.
Just then, there was a knock on the toilet door.
A police officer handed in a bulging brown paper bag.
"Hey, this is your fieldwork allowance from yesterday. The boss said you did the most work, so this is yours."
Lu Yiming took the paper bag. It was heavy in his hand, and when he squeezed it, he felt its thickness; it was worth at least twenty thousand US dollars.
It seems Marcus is indeed taking special care of him.
"Well, thanks to you this time."
"If we hadn't busted the cult's hideout, we probably wouldn't have gotten our overtime pay back after the mayor's office withheld it for so long."
Lu Yiming nodded, about to say a few polite words, when suddenly he froze.
He seems to have... grasped something.