Chapter 79: Giving ideas, chatting, and making mistakes

Officer Lukaer pushed the ice coffin back, then walked to the side of the desk, signaling him to come over and sign.

At the same time, he said, "The scene was handled very cleanly; we didn't find any valuable clues."

"Including not leaving behind a single footprint or a single fingerprint!"

"These people should be professionals."

"From the position of their deaths and our analysis of the bullet trajectories, there was more than one killer and more than one gun."

"They were controlled without resistance and then shot to death."

"They took away everything that could possibly expose their identities and also cleaned up the entire scene."

After signing, Weier slammed the table hard. "So your meaning is that you have zero progress?"

"Officer Lukaer, my brother is dead, lying in that freezer over there."

"I hope you can do something to make him feel better in hell, rather than telling me you have no way at all!"

Officer Lukaer glanced at the claim materials, confirmed they were correct, and took them back. "Mr. Weier, I sympathize and feel sorry for your encounter, but you know that the investigative work for this kind of case is not easy to do."

"Your and your brother's identity backgrounds are different from ordinary people. When ordinary people encounter such things, the causes are just those few, but there are too many reasons that could happen to you."

"And, Mr. Weier, don't you think that a professional scene cleanup is itself a very important clue?"

"They are professionals!"

Officer Lukaer tapped his chest with a clipboard. "Think about your enemies, or think about who could provide you with clues."

He stopped here, waited a few seconds, and after seeing that Weier seemed to have reacted, he continued, "Of course, I don't want you to go take revenge or anything; I hope you can provide clues for our investigative work..."

For this kind of case, the police need a massive amount of investigation and evidence collection work. Even searching requires waiting for a search warrant, and it is very likely that the best timing for cracking the case will be missed.

And there are many methods they are not good at using, but these gang members can use them unscrupulously. This is also why the higher-level the detective, the more powerful gang informants they will have.

Sometimes they must use some methods outside the scope allowed by law to maintain justice.

Some people think that if it exceeds what is allowed by law, then even if they maintain justice, it is still dishonorable.

But there are also some people, such as Officer Lukaer, whose cognition of justice is not judicial justice or procedural justice, but rather sees "the perpetrator needs to pay for their own behavior" as the standard for the execution of justice.

Rather than racking his own brains and having no clue in the vast sea, it is better to tell Weier what to do and then send people to watch him.

Flexibility might not be very friendly to some stubborn people; it will break through their cognition and bottom line, but sometimes, it is indeed easier to achieve success.

"Officer Lukaer, you are a good officer. If I have clues, I will definitely contact you."

He glanced at his watch. "I still have things to do now, so..."

"I also have cases to do."

"Then goodbye?"

"Goodbye."

After returning to the office, Officer Lukaer immediately had four officers in plain clothes drive two cars to watch Weier twenty-four hours a day.

As long as he had any big moves, he would contact him immediately.

Look, saving money, saving trouble, and having a high case-cracking rate.

In the afternoon, after finishing the work in his hands, Officer Lukaer remembered that interesting local person from that day, as well as the cup of coffee he owed someone.

He ordered two cups of coffee for takeout from outside the police station and then drove to between the Port District and the Bay District, happening to see Lanse sitting under a parasol at the entrance.

"Want a cup?" He sat in the car, holding a cup of coffee in his hand through the car window.

Lanse noticed him and walked over with a smile. "Of course, I hope it's not too sweet."

Officer Lukaer smiled and said, "Your taste is not like a local. Most of the locals I have seen are keen on sweets."

"Including you?" Lanse took a small sip. It wasn't too sweet, and there wasn't much milk; it was the kind he could accept.

Officer Lukaer got out of the car with the coffee and walked with Lanse to sit under the parasol. "Not including me; I also don't like it too sweet."

Saying this, he paused, looking at the storefront that had already started to get busy, and whistled. "You chose a correct business!"

He said this and paused. "I noticed there are many Imperial people here. Are you very familiar with Imperial people?"

Lanse was a bit alert at this time. "When I worked in a black factory before, I met some Imperial people."

"You know, they have always been the main force in black factories and the like."

He nodded. "I have read that report; it mentioned this. Where is that factory?"

"In the neighboring state. Honestly, I don't really want to mention this."

Officer Lukaer immediately apologized for this. "My mistake. I understand I shouldn't have made you recall a painful past."

Lanse smiled. "It's okay. Thinking about it now, it's already much better."

The officer took out a cigarette. Cigarettes are always a sharp weapon for men's socializing. Even if they are not very familiar, a cigarette can get two people chatting.

He turned his head to look at the gate where people were constantly coming in and out, saying as if with emotion, "Imperial people have always been very diligent, even if this society is not tolerant of them."

"Have you heard of any Imperial person recently who suddenly realized their Imperial dream?"

"The kind who suddenly became very rich, stopped working, and started high consumption?"

Lanse had already realized he was fishing for information and directly exposed him. "Who are you asking about? Is it because there is a case?"

Officer Lukaer did not deny it. "Your perception is very keen, so what is your answer?"

Lanse pretended to think for a good while, then shook his head. "Haven't heard anyone talk about these things. Did a big case happen?"

"Nothing, a theft case."

"I hope the victim's loss is not big."

Meaningless words, but Officer Lukaer vaguely felt that the guy in front of him was not telling the truth, yet he couldn't force Lanse to tell him anything.

Some defensive psychology is normal, and judging from his experience, people who have experienced black factories often have a strong sense of guard.

At this time, a young man wearing blue high-waisted suspenders, hair covering half of his cheek, a long face, and some freckles, with a very dull look in his eyes—looking like a fool at first glance—walked over while flicking his hair.

He looked at Officer Lukaer twice and even took the initiative to greet him, which made him look even stupider, but clearly, what he did was very polite. "Hello."

Officer Lukaer also smiled and nodded. "Good afternoon."

Afterward, Hairamu looked at Lanse. "The sewer in the back is blocked."

Lanse looked at him. "You go handle it first; I'll be there in a moment."

Officer Lukaer was somewhat incredulous. "The sewer is blocked, and you have to handle it yourself?"

"You are a boss!"

Lanse laughed as he listened. "In the early stages of starting a business, save a little where you can. And I've done this kind of thing before; I know it doesn't have any technical content, but if you find a plumber, he will ask you for several times the money."

Saying this, he picked up the coffee. "Thanks for your coffee, Officer. It tastes good, but I have something to handle..."

"I should go too. Chatting with you is very pleasant, Lanse. Help me keep an eye on the things I mentioned."

"No problem, I will have people keep an eye on it."

After the two said goodbye to each other, Lanse watched Officer Lukaer drive away, while Officer Lukaer also kept staring at Lanse in the rearview mirror.

He always felt that this young man was not as simple as he imagined.

But he had several cases in his hands now and no time to care about this guy. When he was free, he would find out about this "Mr. Lanse."

When Officer Lukaer's car disappeared at the end of the road, Lanse handed the coffee to the staff in the agency.

He came to the office in the back. Hairamu was already sitting here, and besides him, there were two other young men who had joined the company with him.

One was named Deruixi, and one was named Laoen.

As soon as Lanse came in, he closed the door and sat behind the desk. "What happened?"

Watching Hairamu flick his hair like a retard again gave Lanse an urge to laugh.

But he held it back.

"Jason went to the bar."

"Who?", Lanse didn't react for a moment.

"The one among the guys who left with 4,000. He just went to the bar."

Lanse took out a cigarette and gave them one. Hairamu continued, "I let Laoen go watch him. After he hid a portion of the money, he went to the bar."

Laoen continued at this time, "He ordered a drink worth 50 cents in the bar and also exchanged for 5 in change."

Lanse whistled. "That must be a strip club, so he is spending big."

Without waiting for Hairamu to answer, he said, "Bring him back." ===== CHAPTER 80 =====