In North America, you call this a coroner?

Chapter 25 Talent: Rage, kill!

After arriving at the cemetery.

Brian was in no rush to complete his obsession.

He first came to the tombstone of single mother Emmaline Keller and placed a bouquet of flowers. Then he sat down and told the desolate evening wind that little Ellie was adopted, Andres died and suffered retribution.
Actually he knows.

In this world, there is no so-called retribution.

If he hadn't taken action.

The worst ending for Andres is just to go to prison to work on a sewing machine and pick up soap. Maybe he will enjoy it. He will get medical treatment when he is sick, and he will have free psychiatrist when he is wronged. He can also often enjoy it. The sand dollars outside, the so-called humanitarian gifts and letters coming in.
This is really ironic.

Finish pouring out your thoughts.

Brian exhaled a long, depressed breath and felt much better.

I've been at the Medical Examiner's Bureau for a long time.

He has seen so much diversity in human nature.

In order to defraud insurance companies, some people planned accidents and killed their own sons and daughters.

There are hidden gentlemen who lock up their mothers, wives, and daughters for others to have fun with and earn money from drugs.

for these things.

Brian was already numb inside.

even so.

He was still moved by what happened to Emmaline Keller.

Good people.

You shouldn't have to go through this!

Those bad guys.

Nor are they eligible for humanitarian care!

Brian clenched his fists, and his mind uncontrollably recalled the pleasure of inserting the screwdriver into Andres' neck that day.

He seems to have found a real way to cure his mental illness!

The silver moon hung overhead.

Brian, who had been in a daze for a long time, saw that the cemetery was completely deserted, so he walked to the tombstone next door and silently unbuttoned his pants.
moment.

A unique warmth flowed into Brian's waist.

Simultaneously.

A sudden realization came to his mind.

This time, after completing my obsession, the gift I received was a passive talent: rage!
"fury?"

Brian was a little confused.

He understands passive talents.

But what does it mean to be furious?
In extreme anger, got angry?
He looked at the night crow looking at him from the dead branches in the cemetery, and the tombstones around him were so gloomy.

Brian thought for a while, but finally did not dare to try it in this unsafe place.

Let’s talk about it when we get back.

Out of the cemetery.

Brian got in the car, inserted the key, and turned on the car lights to illuminate the darkness around him.

He was just about to start the car and return.

A pistol was quietly stretched out from the back seat and pressed against his head!
"The wallet is on my chest. I will close my eyes and not see your face clearly."

Brian raised his hands heartily and remained motionless, showing that he had no intention or threat of resistance.

Click~
A cold touch came from the raised hands.

By the time Brian reacted, his hands were already in silver handcuffs.

"get off."

The pistol held to his head was withdrawn.

A thick voice came from behind.

Brian glanced at his waist, but in the end he didn't choose to give it a try, and obediently came to stand under the car.

The light spread by the car.

He also saw clearly the appearance of the attacker.

The other person was a tall, middle-aged white man, wearing a suit with a police badge representing the LAPD on the right side of his collar.

This kind of look is usually reserved for plainclothes police detectives.

This guy is a detective from the Police Detective Bureau!
Moreover, Brian felt that the other person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. "Man, is this a misunderstanding? I am..."

He tried to protect himself by throwing away his identity as a NW member.

Don't wait for Brian to finish speaking.

next moment.

The white police detective hit Brian hard in the stomach with an uppercut. He opened his mouth wide and tried to make a sound, but the pain was so painful that he could not even breathe. He could only hunched over and half-knelt on the ground, losing his mind. The power of resistance.

The white police detective put Brian down on the ground, groped skillfully, and threw all the guns, IDs and other items he had just received on the floor. After making sure that Brian had no room to fight back, he removed him again. He picked it up from the ground and threw it into the open space in front of the car.

He put away the pistol, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Bryan, I'm glad to see you again. Now you can tell me how you killed Andres’s.”

"Cough cough~"

Brian struggled to his feet.

He spat out and looked at the man doubtfully: "I don't know what you are talking about. Besides, have we met before?"

The white police detective shook his head and gave Brian another lower hook, knocking Brian to the ground again: "I was the one who sent Andres's body to the Forensic Bureau. I was following your colleague at the time."

"Cough cough~"

Brian vomited blood this time.

He struggled to get up from the ground again and looked at the white police detective in front of him as if he was crazy: "Just because I came over to visit the poor victim, you think I am the murderer of Andres?"

"Pretend, keep pretending." The white police detective looked at Brian like a clown: "After eight o'clock, no one will show up here except the drunkard gravekeeper. We have a lot of time to communicate tonight."

Looking at the man under the car lights, surrounded by smoke, his face could not be seen clearly.

Brian showed a look of helplessness and anger: "I only came here after receiving news from my colleagues, pitying the miserable mother's plight. Besides, I don't know what you are going to say. Didn't Thom tell me that Andres It was the murderer, and he committed suicide out of fear of crime."

"I don't understand why you people are so tough-talking."

The white police detective threw away his cigarette butt, picked up Brian's temporary NW membership ID from the ground, patted it, and said with a smile: "Do you know where your flaw is?"

Listen to the other party's affirmative tone.

Brian stopped talking and just lowered his head silently.

The white police detective enjoyed the process.

He continued:

“Andres died too cleanly.

The murderer's techniques were professional, and the fatal wound was quick and accurate.

This shows that the murderer is very familiar with the structure of the human body. This is your first flaw!
The second flaw is that you start too quickly.

Andres killed his wife and neighbor before he died in the hotel.

He was withdrawn and had no friends. He smelled of alcohol and was slovenly. It was early in the morning. Apart from you and your colleague Thom, only the patrol officer on duty that night knew what happened to Andres. "

"Tsk tsk." The white police detective threw Brian's ID at his feet again: "A forensic assistant with a righteous mind, a keen sense of smell in solving crimes, and a hatred of evil. He rushed in front of the police and killed the murderer. How hot. Bloodthirsty forensic material.

It’s a pity that you encountered it.”

"Are you finished?"

A low, hoarse voice came from under Brian's lowered head.

The white police detective was stunned.

what?
He subconsciously looked at Brian's position, but met a pair of bloodshot eyes.

A shiver came over me.

next moment.

The ground was dusty.

An afterimage instantly appeared in front of the white police detective. His hands were like axes, raised high, and brought down heavily with the sound of howling wind.

There was a crisp sound.

The white police detective, who weighed more than 180 kilograms, tilted his head, his eyes widened, and his body hit the ground weakly.

Brian gasped, looking into the other person's eyes with a ferocious smile on his face: "After that, you can go die!"

The other person is right.

There is no one around here.

He now has a lot of time to deal with the other party's body.

　Sorry, it's a little late.

　　The main reason is that the computer screen keeps going black for some reason, so I’m not used to using my mobile phone to code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)