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Chapter 90 Officer Lu, you've got a lot of surprises coming your way.

Two days later, Lu Yiming returned to the Fremont Police Department.

He thought for a moment, then called over the entire homicide squad and gave them orders.

"Spring cleaning! We're going to get the police station spotless today!"

After all, the production team is coming, so we definitely have to make sure we present a good image.

Several members of the homicide squad whispered among themselves while holding mops.

"What's going on now?"

"Don't ask. Our boss is of Chinese descent. According to their aesthetic standards, they might even make us put up a banner in front of the police station that says, 'Warmly welcome the XX program team to visit and provide guidance.'"

A short while later, a group of staff carrying cameras and microphones rushed in.

The leader was a middle-aged white man with a small mustache, wearing a name tag around his neck.

"Officer Lu! Hello, hello, I'm Smith, the director of this episode."

He warmly stepped forward and shook Lu Yiming's hand.

The camera lens next to him immediately pointed at Lu Yiming.

"Hello, hello, welcome."

Lu Yiming was dressed in a crisp police uniform, but his worn-out watch inadvertently peeked out, looking like it was only worth a few dollars.

Even his leather shoes were replaced with a pair of old shoes that were covered in mud and badly worn.

This was all intentional on his part, in order to project an image of "honesty, integrity, thrift, and frugality" on the show.

I absolutely cannot let anyone know that I just bought a Ferrari in full.

"The program's flow is as follows: we'll first conduct an exclusive interview with you, then some peripheral interviews with your colleagues, and finally film your daily case-handling routine," Smith quickly explained.

"No problem, no problem, I will definitely cooperate fully."

The interview took place in the police station lobby, with the Fremont Police Department's huge emblem in the background.

Director Smith picked up the microphone:

"My first question, Officer Lu. How did you manage to become the head of the homicide squad at such a young age and solve so many major cases? What exactly enabled you to achieve such remarkable results?"

Lu Yiming sat upright facing the camera, his expression serious.

"I often sacrifice my rest time to communicate with senior colleagues about cases and learn from their experience."

He remained calm and composed, believing himself to be an honest child.

However, the people he discussed the case with weren't seasoned police officers, but seasoned criminals, such as Hannibal Lecter, Walter White, and Moriarty...

"Truly admirable professionalism!" Smith nodded approvingly, then asked:

"As an Asian American, have you ever experienced discrimination in the United States?"

"Absolutely not!"

Lu Yiming answered decisively, "America is a very inclusive country. Here I have felt an atmosphere of freedom and mutual respect between people..."

At this point, he cursed inwardly.

Asians get bullied so much here!

Smith was very satisfied with the answer and nodded repeatedly.

"Fremont is a multi-racial city with a large Black population. So, I ask you, have our officers ever used force during law enforcement?"

"Absolutely not. We always treat everyone equally and enforce the law in a civilized manner..."

Before Lu Yiming could finish speaking, the police station doors were pushed open.

Old Mike pushed two handcuffed young black men in, cursing under his breath:

"Fuck you! You two little punks like freebies, huh? You dare to run away? I'm going to break your legs today!"

All eyes, including those of the cameras, were on old Mike.

Lu Yiming's lips twitched. This old bastard, why did he have to come now of all times!

"Cough cough cough..." He quickly stood up, forcing himself to explain, "Director Smith, please don't misunderstand. Officer Mike meant... to use love to influence them. To break their bad habits..."

Smith gave an awkward laugh and immediately changed the subject: "So... how's the overall security situation in Fremont?"

"Our safety situation is excellent! It's arguably one of the safest cities in all of California. Serious crimes are rare here, let alone murders."

Lu Yiming boasted shamelessly.

The voice just fell.

"Boss! Something's happened!"

A police officer came running up, panting. "There's been a murder in the West Side slums! A prostitute is dead!"

Several black crows flew overhead.

Wow, this is a real slap in the face!

"Cough cough cough, dispatch the police immediately!"

Lu Yiming looked at Smith awkwardly, "Director Smith, how about we stop the interview for now? There's been a murder, and I have to get to the scene immediately."

"No problem at all! It would be even better if we could go with you to the scene and film you solving the case on location!"

Smith's eyes lit up; that's the kind of explosive moment a reality show wants.

Lu Yiming had no choice but to agree, having heard that the production team had a very powerful background and that Richard and Gu Qiu had given instructions.

"Okay, be careful and don't wander off."

The murder occurred at a motel in the western part of the slums.

This is the butcher's territory; the environment is appalling, with graffiti and trash everywhere.

As soon as the police cars stopped and the crew got out of their vehicles, they saw a large number of Black people dressed in loose clothing gathered around them.

They smoked cigarettes, casting unfriendly glances, and some even reached into their clothes to touch their genitals.

The cameraman on the show immediately cowered in fright, and the camera lens trembled slightly.

"Officer Lu...this place seems dangerous. Didn't you just say Fremont is a safe place?" Smith's voice trembled slightly.

Lu Yiming gave a forced smile, his forehead slightly sweaty.

"Here's the thing, director. This is our Fremont Hip Hop cultural area. These people aren't gangsters, they're all... uh... performance artists."

As he spoke, he waved to the group of black thugs.

"Hey guys, come here for a second."

Just as the group of Black men were about to run, one of them, with sharp eyes, recognized Lu Yiming and whispered a warning: "Don't move! This guy is the butcher boss's swine friend!"

The black men could only walk over slowly, their faces full of reluctance.

"Come on, let me perform a rap for the audience across the country!"

As he spoke, Lu Yiming glared at him, his eyes seeming to say: If you don't sing, you're dead tonight.

The group of Black henchmen exchanged bewildered glances, forced by the intimidation, and could only hop and skip while reciting the words:

"Yo~Yo~ This is the West District~ No green tea bitches, just brothers~ We play games every day~ Occasionally we pick up some coins~Skr~Skr~"

Lu Yiming nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Smith and said, "See? I wasn't lying to you. This really is a Hip Hop area. They're all artists."

Clang!

He had barely finished speaking when a pistol fell to the ground. It had fallen out of the black henchman's clothes.

Everyone looked down.

"Ahem, don't get me wrong, this...this is a lighter..."

Smith swallowed hard, speechless. "Let's... let's go check out the crime scene."

The crime scene was a guest room on the second floor of a motel.

The area had already been cordoned off with yellow tape by patrol officers who had arrived earlier.

As soon as you enter the hallway, you can hear a series of "Oh my god! Yes! Yes!" sounds, and the bed boards creak incessantly.

The production crew looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lu Yiming felt like his mouth was twitching so much today that he was almost facial paralysis, but he continued to forcefully explain: "Here... here are some English conversation classes, which are to help overseas workers in the United States feel warm."

It's clear that everyone is very enthusiastic about learning.

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right."

Stepping into the room where the crime occurred, a wave of blood stench hits you.

"Oh shit!"

Lu Yiming was also shocked when he saw the scene.

Blood was splattered everywhere, on the walls and ceiling.

The deceased was a white prostitute, lying naked on the bed. Her abdomen had been cut open, and her intestines and internal organs had been ripped out.

The entire mattress was soaked in blood, and there were also bloodstains dragging on the carpet.

The scene was like a slaughterhouse; it was disgusting.

The film crew was initially very excited; they had captured a major case!

As soon as the camera focused on the corpse on the bed for two seconds, everyone, including director Smith, covered their mouths and rushed out of the room, vomiting violently in the hallway.

Lu Yiming put on gloves, frowned, and walked closer to examine the object.

The deceased's death was horrific; all of his internal organs had been thrown out.

This technique...

It's exactly the same as the murder case that happened in the capital a few days ago?

A police officer walked over. "Boss, we've checked. The body's heart is missing. The killer must have taken it."

Lu Yiming was taken aback.

Killer prostitute, disembowelment, organ removal...

This perverted method of committing the crime felt very familiar to him.

Suddenly, a nickname popped into Lu Yiming's mind.

—Jack the Ripper.