wavenovel Chapter 55 The Professional Assassin Who Slept with Us
Chapter 55 The Professional Assassin Who Slept with Us
"No problem, let's go."
Caroline took Lu Yiming's arm and led him to the ICU ward.
Just over a week ago, Lu Yiming was here, shaking hands warmly with that "Tax King" president.
At that time, Malik was still lying in bed, his chest rising and falling slightly, remaining asleep.
Now, only two empty beds stained with blood remain in the ward, along with a room full of medical equipment.
There was a burnt smell in the air, as if something had been burned.
Mia, who was following behind, was about to come in when Caroline stopped her.
"Sorry, I only agreed to let my junior go in for a look."
"You!" Mia's eyes widened in surprise.
Lu Yiming quickly turned around and soothed her: "Mia, you go find Ruoyan first, I'll come find you after I've finished looking at the scene."
Mia stomped her feet hard on the floor twice and left.
Caroline raised an eyebrow with satisfaction, hands on her hips, like a victorious tabby cat.
Lu Yiming didn't have time to care about these things. He looked around and saw no signs of a struggle or fighting in the room.
He looked up and glanced at the security camera in the corner; the indicator light was off.
"Starting at 10 p.m. last night, the hospital's surveillance system underwent routine maintenance and was completely shut down. Not only this ward, but the surveillance cameras on the entire third floor didn't capture anything useful."
Caroline handed over a can of black coffee and added.
Lu Yiming took a sip. It was really bitter; he still missed the sweet water from Mixue Ice City.
The monitoring system going offline was to be expected.
If it really is a conspiracy targeting the mayoral election, the mastermind behind it must have some tricks up their sleeve.
It's too easy to take a surveillance camera offline.
If the surveillance footage had captured the killer's face, that person should probably quit the business.
"The nurse on duty was also drugged, and the investigation revealed that someone had put sedatives in the water dispenser."
Lu Yiming simply nodded, which was not surprising.
Caroline pulled out a few photos from the scene from the folder and handed them over.
"The body has already been removed. The forensic pathologist was specially brought in from New York by the FBI. The detailed autopsy report is not yet available, so I can only show you this for now."
Lu Yiming looked at the photo and smiled helplessly.
Good grief, even the local forensic pathologist didn't believe it, so they directly transferred people from another state.
This is because they're afraid the Fremont Police Department will get involved and tamper with the autopsy report.
At the same time, he also suspected that the FBI's rapid intervention was a tactic employed by the mastermind behind the scenes.
Only by taking jurisdiction over the case from Gu Qiu can we definitively establish him as a suspect.
In the photo, the two hospital beds are in a mess.
The first picture shows Uma's death.
The Black woman had a dark bullet hole in her forehead, with some burns around the area.
However, the burn area was very small, and there was a ring-shaped mark around it.
Lu Yiming rubbed his chin. "The killer must have attached a silencer to the gun barrel and held it against his forehead when he fired."
The next image shows Malik's death, with a bullet hole in his chest.
Judging from the appearance, the bullet hit the heart, and blood spurted out, soaking the entire bed sheet.
Two shots. Both were fatal with a single shot.
Lu Yiming frowned.
Since using Hannibal's "Soul Dissection" last time, he has gained some knowledge of anatomy.
Although I can't reach Mads Mikkelsen's level, I can still understand the basic mechanisms of trauma.
The placement of those two shots was incredibly brutal.
The shot that hit Uma was aimed at a point two centimeters above her forehead.
Once the bullet enters the body, it will directly destroy the central nervous system, causing instant brain death, without even a convulsion.
The killer didn't fire randomly at Malik's left chest; instead, he precisely shot through the gap between his third and fourth ribs.
It avoided the sternum and struck the left ventricle.
"It seems this killer is very familiar with human skeletons and has some medical knowledge."
Both of them were clearly unconscious and unable to resist.
But the killer still chose the safest way, sending the two to their deaths without giving them a chance to struggle in pain.
This is his habit of killing.
He was no ordinary gangster; he was a professional killer with real combat experience.
Lu Yiming flipped to the third photo, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
These are two bullets that were dug out of the mattress.
The brass casing has been flattened, but the caliber markings on the bottom are still visible.
9mm Luger ammunition.
Lu Yiming was very familiar with this thing.
This is the standard police Glock pistol ammunition; the entire Fremont Police Department carries guns with this type of ammunition on their belts.
"Have you done ballistic comparison?" Lu Yiming swallowed, feeling the conspiracy growing stronger.
Caroline shrugged and pulled out another report:
"It has been confirmed that the bullet came from a police-issued Glock 17 pistol. As for which specific gun it was, we are still comparing them."
Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.
Seriously, officer? Are you going to go this far?
The killer had plenty of time to dig the bullet out of the mattress.
He chose to stay at the scene instead.
This is to tell everyone that these two people were killed by the police.
An even more terrifying thought flashed through Lu Yiming's mind.
Since the assassin dared to leave behind the bullet, it couldn't have been without reason.
What if we follow the clues and do a ballistic comparison, and the result happens to match Gu Qiu's sidearm?
Or perhaps it was matched with the guns of other Fremont police officers?
At this critical juncture, if he were to be confronted by a gun, Gu Qiu wouldn't be able to explain himself even if he had a hundred mouths.
Once the report is released, he'll be suspended from his post and placed under investigation, let alone running for mayor.
Thinking of this, Lu Yiming calmly took out his phone and sent a text message to Gu Qiu.
Two 9mm police bullets were found at the scene.
He believed that with Gu Qiu's keen intuition, she would understand the seriousness of the problem as soon as she saw this text message.
If the gun has been tampered with, it might still be possible to salvage it now.
After sending the text message, Lu Yiming put his phone back in his pocket and continued his on-site investigation.
The two IV stands next to the hospital bed were empty, with only two transparent silicone tubes hanging there.
He recalled those bald, influential online figures who had previously made accusations while holding up IV drip bottles at the hospital:
"Two patients have been in a coma due to long-term injections of medication."
How come these bald men had drugs on site?
There are two possibilities: the murderer took the medicine after killing the person and handed it over to the big V.
It's also possible that the FBI proactively gave it to the bald influencer, also for the purpose of exposure.
"This is to definitively prove that the police and hospitals are guilty of murdering disabled people."
Lu Yiming lowered his head and took a deep breath, feeling a lot of pressure.
Just then, he noticed a charred mark about the size of a coin on the ground.
It looks like something was burned.
He bent down, rubbed some dust on his finger, and smelled it.
It smells like burnt paper.
"What was burned here?"
Caroline was holding her face in her hands, looking at Lu Yiming with a lovesick expression.
Caught off guard by his sudden question, I was a little confused. "There's nothing there. When we arrived, it was already charred black, like burnt paper."
Lu Yiming's first reaction was, "Is the murderer Chinese?"
After killing someone, you still burn paper money for them?
Never mind all that, he stood up and closed his eyes.
He started to learn from Hannibal Lecter and profile the killer.
The perpetrator was an adult male. He moved with composure and possessed counter-surveillance awareness.
They have extensive experience in actual combat or have received military training.
And they possess some medical knowledge.
His goals were clear: to kill and create political scandals.
He might be a hired professional killer.
Lu Yiming opened his eyes and sighed.
The trouble is big.
With these methods, we can't catch anyone at all.
We have no choice but to take a shortcut.
Lu Yiming subconsciously took out his phone, opened the Legendary Criminals chat group, and wanted to ask those eccentric group members some questions.
My finger hovered over the screen, but I froze.
How should I start this time?
In the past, it was always "Dude, I've committed another crime" or "Look how well the body is pieced together, buddy?"
This way, they won't suspect your identity as a police officer.
What about this time?
"Brothers, the killer impersonated a police officer, used a police gun to kill people, and even staged the crime scene. How am I supposed to solve this case?"
Wouldn't that be self-destruction?
Lu Yiming felt a bit overwhelmed.
Wait a minute. Impersonation?
Lu Yiming's eyes lit up.
"Who says I can only impersonate someone else, and not someone else can impersonate me?"
His hands flew across the screen.
Lu Yiming: I'm so angry! Recently, some reckless hitman dared to take a job on my turf. He even imitated my methods and splashed dirty water on me.
Lu Yiming: Now all the police in the city believe I did it. Tell me, how can we find this bastard? I'm going to kill him!