Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 200 Major Discovery
At 3 a.m., Rebecca returned from law enforcement headquarters.

She gave a brief report on all the current leads and information in the case, and retrieved all similar case files from the archives of law enforcement headquarters.

Although Theon and Milo's methods were somewhat unreliable, Rebecca trusted their judgment regarding the case.

Nero always told Rebecca that she now possessed most of the qualities to become an excellent law enforcement officer, but she lacked the most crucial thing: her sense of smell.

“I don’t agree with Theon’s style, but I must admit that he has the most acute sense of law enforcement, which is why I kept him under your command. I hope you can inherit this one and only redeeming quality in him.”

These are Nero's original words.

From her student days, Rebecca has been striving and pursuing the perfect law enforcement image in her mind.

She knew Nero's expectations of her, and she also knew that these expectations had only shifted to her after Karl's death.

This is why Rebecca became even more demanding and strict with herself.

……

Since the current consensus is that the hanging corpse case is some kind of religious ritual, there must have been similar cases in the past.

The experience of the Icom incident broadened Rebecca's horizons and thinking; some things she would never have believed in the past, she can now accept.

……

After returning to the law enforcement office with the heavy case files, Rebecca poured herself a cup of strong coffee. She gulped down the ink-black stuff in a few mouthfuls and then began to examine and compare the case files she had collected one by one.

This is probably the umpteenth time she's spent the night at the law enforcement office.

Sometimes, even if there are no urgent cases, she will choose to spend the night on the sofa in the office.

unknown reason.

I guess I've just gotten used to the cold atmosphere of the law enforcement office.

This place will make her sleep relatively more comfortably.

...

When she returned to the law enforcement office, Rebecca asked the guards and learned that Milo and old Theon hadn't returned since they went out that morning, so she didn't go to the criminal investigation department to look for them. Instead, she stayed in the office and waited for news.

Rebecca placed the kerosene lamp on a corner of the table and moved her broken little bell, which had always been on the table, under the kerosene lamp.

Then they began to review the case files.

But as soon as she opened the first file, she heard some strange noises coming from the corridor.

Some unfamiliar noises that I had never heard before at the law enforcement station.

……

The night is deep.

When Rebecca returned to the law enforcement office, she dismissed the officers who were still in the lobby and told them to go back and rest.

After all, not all law enforcement officers are lonely men without families. More than twenty hours have passed since the body was discovered hanging at the dock, and people always need to rest.

Rebecca's office is located deep inside the first floor of the law enforcement building.

The staircase leading to the basement is located at the far end of the opposite side of the office.

At this time, there were no law enforcement officers on duty in the lobby, and only some departments on the upper floors of the law enforcement office still had their lights on.

Therefore, any noise from any corner on the first floor would alert Rebecca.

……

She slowly put down the dossier in her hand, rested one hand on the handle of the flintlock musket at her waist, pushed open the door, and glanced at the corridor outside. The corridor was empty.

The faint light from the candlesticks on both walls was reflected in the water stains on the floor. The cleaning staff must have just washed the passageway, but in this cold and damp weather, the water on the floor wouldn't dry; it would only increase.

Rebecca found nothing unusual in the hallway.

But she was certain she had just heard some noise, so she silently gripped the handle of her musket and walked toward the stairwell at the end of the corridor.

As she passed through the lobby, she carefully scanned the legs of the desks in the office area to make sure there was nothing hidden in the shadows before striding around the office area and heading straight for the entrance to the basement.

Rebecca is now the only one left on the entire first floor of the law enforcement office.

The sound of her boot heels hitting the rough floor echoed in the dimly lit corridor.

...

The law enforcement office building was already quite old, and its interior structure continued the spacious, wasteful, and high-ceilinged style of the previous era. This meant that the dim light from kerosene lamps and candles was simply insufficient to fully illuminate one's vision, leaving the horizon and the upper ceiling area completely dark.

Even the mural of the scythe symbolizing the authority of law enforcement on the ceiling of the hall is difficult to see clearly.

……

After what happened to Daisy, Rebecca remained highly vigilant at all times and in all places, even while she was in the law enforcement office.

As she approached the staircase leading to the basement, she had already drawn her flintlock musket with her right hand, her thumb resting on the flint-embedded firing mechanism.

The basement lights flickered on and off at the entrance to the corridor.

Rebecca made no attempt to conceal her footsteps and went straight into the underground area.

As she passed the first morgue, Rebecca checked every corner and the bodies on the tables before turning to the second morgue.

But at the corner of the corridor, she ran into Officer Rick.

The other person was putting on a new pair of gloves.

He was also surprised when he met Rebecca:
"Huh? What's wrong with you...?"

Rebecca glanced at the guy with dark circles under his eyes and said, "It's nothing, I just came down to take a look."

As she spoke, she had already quietly slipped the flintlock musket back into the weapon pouch at her waist.

She then glanced at the morgue.

Aya Ferguson's body lay quietly on the table, everything seemed normal, so he turned to Rick and asked:
Did you hear anything just now?

"Yes, it's quite loud, right? I suspect that the structure of these metal frames is loose, but I'm not sure exactly where. I'll submit an application to replace a batch later, since many of them are rusty."

Rick nodded.

Compared to Rebecca's caution, Rick seemed much more relaxed.

I was even a little excited.

He led Rebecca toward the studio, saying:
"Major discovery, my lord, major discovery."

Rick used pliers to pick up the spike he had pulled from Aya's corpse's heel and showed it to Rebecca:
"I have examined the body and found no fingerprints on the surface. The specific material needs further research to confirm. It has a texture similar to composite metal, with an oxidized surface and a hollow interior. In other words, it is something similar to an injection syringe."

"Something mass-produced?" Rebecca's eyebrows twitched.

"It's possible, but we need to confirm it further. I'll try to give you a definite report tomorrow."

Rick said confidently.

(End of this chapter)