Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 160 19. Investigation
"The deceased is 32 years old, from Santo Domingo, a deliveryman, with a family of"

"Sheriff Johnson, the cause of death has been investigated and it was asphyxiation."

"asphyxia?"

Johnson, who had recently been promoted from police sergeant to police captain, looked back at his subordinate who had handed over the documents, and found it difficult to believe the cause of death report given by the laboratory staff.

He took the document and looked at it for a few seconds. After confirming that the report given by the laboratory was indeed suffocation, he turned his head again and looked at the situation inside the cordon.

The flesh and blood scattered all over the ground, the cause of death of its owner was suffocation?
"In other words, the deceased was choked to death and then dismembered?"

"That's the temporary speculation."

"That's strange. The person is dead, so is it necessary to mess up his body so much? Or is it because they need to remove his prosthetic body in an emergency? Maybe the criminal is a scavenger?"

There was too little information, and Johnson was not a professional crime solver, so he just took the report from the laboratory seriously.

"Let's check the surrounding surveillance and ask the people nearby. If it's really a scavenger, then we have to find time to clean it up."

As Johnson was speaking, a police officer came running from a distance and hurried towards him.

"Report to the Sheriff!"

"Is something wrong?"

"There are outsiders approaching."

"Outsiders?"

When investigating a case, outsiders approached. Johnson didn't quite understand why his subordinates had to ask him for instructions on such matters. He could have just told them that the case was being investigated inside and asked them to stay away.

"There are two people coming, one is Karl."

"It's Karl, why is he here?"

When Johnson heard that it was Carl, he understood why his subordinates came to him in such a hurry. If it was Carl, then there would be no harm in letting him come over.

"What about the other one? Why did you only mention Carl?"

"I don't know who he is."

The police officer swallowed and said a little nervously: "But I saw Carl nodding and listening to him."

"Let Carl listen to him?"

This is quite different from the impression Carl left on Johnson.

It's strange that Carl, who is active and sunny and seems no different from a cyberpsychopath to strangers, would actually listen to people obediently.

"Let them come together. I'm also curious about who is the person who can make Karl listen quietly."

"Yes!"

The police officer received the order and immediately turned around and ran back. He ran very quickly, but it was not because he was worried that Karl would get impatient. On the contrary, he simply didn't want Karl to wait any longer.

When Carl faced cyberpsychopaths twice, this young policeman was always by his side. It can even be said that Carl saved his life twice. He did not feel afraid of Carl, a famous mercenary in Night City who was considered a lunatic by many gang members. He even felt a sense of security every time he saw him.

Because he knows that KK, who is regarded as a scourge in the bad gangs, is actually a very good person in essence, reasonable and polite. The young police officer can even see in KK the justice that he longed for and regarded as a goal in the past, but gradually lost after joining the NCPD.

That’s right, justice, a principle that is hard to find in the NCPD where corruption, favoritism and abuse of power are so common.

Most people in Night City don't care about justice or reason. Maybe they are just in a bad mood while walking, or maybe the crooked sign they are looking at falls down, or maybe the straight line they are walking on is suddenly blocked by someone, but they might pull out their guns and start randomly pulling the trigger at passers-by based on their mood. This is something Carl would never do.

Carl is truly reasonable. If he wants to deal with you, there must be a reason. This alone is already quite remarkable.

To die with understanding is something that is hard to be expected in Night City. One doesn't even know what one has offended, and no one knows how many people have died. In this case, how can one prevent and avoid touching taboos? Living in fear all day long, worrying about being randomly shot and killed by a madman on the street is too depressing. When one meets someone who understands the bottom line, can reason, always has a bright smile, treats oneself as a human being and is fair, how can one not feel safe and secure.

"Sorry for the trouble, thank you."

After smiling and nodding and thanking the police officer who came over to tell them that they could pass, Carl, accompanied by Kenichi Shiro, walked into the cordoned-off crime scene.

"Good morning, Mr. Johnson."

"Good morning Carl."

Facing Karl's smile, Johnson also smiled and greeted him, then looked at Kenichi Shiro behind Karl. After his eyes lingered on his black suit for a moment, they shifted their gaze back to Karl:
"Who is this?"

"Is he my boss?"

Carl didn't say Kenichi Shiro's name, he just said he was his boss.

"boss?!"

Hearing this word that was a little hard to imagine hearing from Carl, Johnson was a little bit incredulous: "You are working for the company now?"

"It's a part-time job. I'm from the Dangerous Girl Agency. You've heard of it? It's the one with the cat-eared beautiful detective."

"It's the Dangerous Girl Agency."

As an old Night City man, Johnson naturally knew about this agency headquartered in Night City, so the fame of this agency has gradually declined in recent years. But when Johnson was young, Dangerous Girl Agency was the most popular detective agency in the whole Night City. Johnson even bought the photo album of the cat-eared beautiful girl detective that was launched at that time.

"So, you are here to investigate something, not this case, right? If you are a professional detective, I would welcome you to join us, but..."

Johnson looked at Kenichi Shiro suspiciously, "Do you have a girl detective with cat ears, or has the dangerous girl been changed to an uncle detective, or does he become a beautiful girl detective with cat ears once he takes off his clothes?"

His words made Kenichi Shiro's expression change slightly, but he remained basically indifferent and silent without saying a word. He chose to leave the negotiation to Carl.

"As expected of a professional, even after hearing that, his eyelids only twitched slightly."

Carl, looking at Kenichi Shiro's expression, admired in his heart, and then, without embarrassing his superior on the mission, he explained to Johnson.

(End of this chapter)