Chapter 78: Who did it?

Officer Lukaer looked at the file on Kent in his hand, rubbing his temples with a headache.

Kent's older brother was a high-ranking cadre in the Kamila Gang, and relying on his brother's protection, he had done quite a few rotten things within the Imperial District.

Places like casinos were the most prone to breeding conflict, and his hands and feet were indeed not very clean. There was a piece of intelligence here from an informant: for the past few years, Kent had been recruiting dealers who "knew a trick or two" from over in Ovilis State.

As for why he needed to recruit such people, everyone knew clearly in their hearts.

Although his underground casino only had four or five tables, those four or five tables had very strong profitability every month.

In other words, anyone who lost money there could potentially be the protagonist who committed this murder case.

This did not even include the possibility of other gangs seeking revenge and killing him to vent their anger, perhaps because of his brother.

What Officer Lukaer hated most were cases like this that involved gang members. God knew what the killer's motive was. It often required a massive amount of time, energy, and resources to investigate, and there was also the possibility that just when the truth was within reach, the case would be suddenly called off.

Jincheng, and even the entire Federation's underground world, had intricate ties with the political scene. In the entire Federation's interest-transfer network, gangs even occupied an important position, rather than just a simple "seat."

Very troublesome, very thorny—that was Officer Lukaer's thought at this moment.

Just as he was thinking about how to find an entry point to crack this case, someone suddenly knocked on the door. It was a police officer from his squad. "Sir, there is a person named Weier who hopes to see you. He says he is Kent's brother."

The officer lowered his voice slightly. "The one from the Kamila 【Gang】."

Lukaer first revealed a look of contemplation—very brief, just a few seconds—and then there was a smile on his face. "Let him in."

He tidied up the documents on his desk, organized them neatly, and tossed them into the file basket.

It had to be said that Weier's first impression on people was very good; one could always feel his gentle temperament. But only those who knew him understood that this was just one side of his multiple personalities.

"Officer Lukaer, I am Kent's brother. They said if I want to see him, I must come to you."

Officer Lukaer took out a document for claiming a body and stood up. "Yes, this is the process for claiming the body. Do you need to prepare yourself mentally?"

Weier shook his head. "I have known him for thirty years. No matter what he has turned into, it will not surprise me."

It was a very ordinary sentence, but the emotion hidden within it made Officer Lukaer fall silent for a moment.

"Come with me." He pushed the door open and walked out, gave a few instructions to the officer, and then led Weier toward the morgue.

The morgue was behind the police station; it required the use of a cold storage facility.

Currently, the manufacturing standard of the cold storage was not quite good, and the noise was very loud. In order not to affect the work and rest of the officers, there was some distance.

This gave them a chance to chat on the way.

"You are biological brothers." Officer Lukaer said this sentence as if asking casually.

Weier took out a cigarette. "Want one?"

He did not refuse. Looking at the high-end cigarette in his hand, a faint smile appeared on Officer Lukaer's face.

Weier lit the cigarette and said while walking, "We have a very good relationship."

"Strictly speaking, our parents should have been the first batch of official Imperial immigrants."

"We weren't born yet when they started running their business here." Seeing the confusion on Officer Lukaer's face, he patiently explained, "Fur merchants."

Officer Lukaer revealed a look of realization. Whether it was the Federation, the Empire, or the upper-class society in other regions, there was a great demand for furs.

Wearing the fur of powerful animals on one's own body was a practice similar to nature worship that had existed since the early days of human civilization.

At that time, tribal high priests or chieftains would stick feathers on their heads and tan animal heads into hats, hoping to obtain powerful strength from nature.

Even today, these people were still doing this, only they no longer craved the strength of these animals, but rather used this method to display their money.

Wealth, sometimes, was also a manifestation of power.

Officer Lukaer had once participated in a very special case. In a zoo in a neighboring state, there was a very rare albino lion.

A pure white lion was rare in the whole world. A wealthy man hoped to turn this lion into a beautiful coat for himself, but the zoo director refused the offer of 300,000 and claimed this albino lion was "the wealth of all mankind" and would not be sold to a despicable capitalist.

Then, after this tycoon simply proposed that he was willing to buy the lion's fur for 150,000, in less than two weeks, the lion was killed by staff and transported out of the zoo.

Because the final flow of the fur pointed to Jincheng, he participated in the investigation of this part.

The fur business still had a large profit margin to this day. He could imagine that Weier's father must have been a successful businessman, but he could also guess that something must have happened later.

He did not speak, and Weier continued, "Our relationship had always been good after we were born. Because we were Imperial immigrants, even though we were born here, we were still often bullied, so we were very united."

"Later, very unfortunately, my father encountered pirates during a period when he was traveling back and forth frequently, and then he went missing."

"They didn't admit he was dead, because that way the shareholders could hollow out the entire company before we inherited his shares."

"In the end, while we didn't get a single cent, we inherited a huge debt that didn't originally exist, and the bank also wanted to take away our house..."

He took a deep breath of the cigarette. That night, the father of that little bastard neighbor came to their house. He proposed that he could take them in, but their mother had to pay something for it.

The woman was unwilling to do so. He tried to force his way into her secret garden, and the two boys eventually used a sailing team's baseball bat to smash that old bastard's head.

Afterward, their mother took on all the blame, and a friend of his father's represented them in court for free. Considering the fact that it was an "invasion of private property" and adhering to the principle of respecting the law, the court did not give her any substantive punishment, and she was acquitted.

Later, a series of problems made her mental state unstable. Subsequently, she began to abuse psychotropic drugs and eventually died by suicide a year later. At that time, only the two brothers were left in the whole world.

Listening to Weier talk about these past events, it was as if he were telling Officer Lukaer how good his relationship with his younger brother was, but it was also as if he were telling him that his last relative had also left him.

"Although I was sometimes strict with him, I swear, I just didn't want him to do anything stupid and irreversible."

Weier curled his lips, his eye sockets turning red again. "In the end, he still died."

Officer Lukaer had siblings, but he had never had such a bumpy experience. He could not understand the heaviness and pain of this emotion and could only offer a few words of comfort.

The next part of the journey was silent. After the morgue door was pushed open, Officer Lukaer watched him for a moment, and after confirming he indicated he was fine, he led him into the morgue.

He pulled out a drawer from the freezer, and Kent was inside.

Looking at his younger brother, whose skin was white without a trace of blood color and who was so highly decomposed that he was almost unrecognizable, Weier vomited.

As a high-ranking gang cadre, he had tortured and killed more than one person and had seen dead bodies and rotting corpses, but he had never felt such discomfort!

He felt intense nausea, dry heaved, and vomited.

The fishy, sour, and foul smell emitted by the vomit made Officer Lukaer retreat several steps. He vomited for a good while before taking out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth clean and standing up again.

At this time, his complexion was about the same as his brother's face in the ice coffin—both were deathly pale.

He endured the intense discomfort—not just the unpleasantness of seeing a highly decomposed corpse, but also the physiological reaction caused by the realization of a relative's death—and walked to the ice coffin.

Officer Lukaer walked over at this time. "Is this your younger brother?"

Weier did not speak.

He waited for a while and asked again.

Weier, who had only just come back to his senses, nodded. "Sorry, this..." He covered his face, unable to continue. After cursing a "fuck," he punched the freezer.

The freezer was dented by his punch, and there were some bloodstains.

His knuckles were bruised and broken, and blood was flowing, but he didn't care at all.

His voice suddenly increased quite a bit and became stiffer. "Yes, yes, it's this bastard!" As soon as he finished speaking, he tightly pursed his lips, looking at Officer Lukaer, his expression also becoming grim. "Who killed him?" ===== CHAPTER 79 =====