Yama Rising Chapter 935: : Go to Philadelphia

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"Edward?" A fat black sheriff looked at the man standing at the table suspiciously and rolled his eyes: "Didn't you go on vacation?"

Edward has a kind smile: "I still can't let go of work."

"When have you been so motivated?" The sheriff was almost laughing at him, and pushed a form to him: "Okay, the city police unit has never been short of people, and you came back just right. Frankly speaking, if If you come back more than a week, you will immediately report to the county public security unit. Now, go back to your desk."

Edward had passed the false cancellation form, and was about to go out, suddenly blessed to his soul. Turning around and asking in a low voice: "Sergeant Miles, why is there such a shortage of people now?"

Without waiting for Miles to speak, he leaned down and said in a low voice: "I called yesterday, and several of my classmates are moving eastward. It's about Washington/Don, Philadelphia. And the phone I can't get through, there...is there a big case?"

"You can't participate!" The sheriff snorted, "Edward, if you were a little motivated! You cared about these things ten years ago, you won't be an ordinary police officer!"

Edward shrugged, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he left, his expression became awe-inspiring.

It seems that the Sergeant Miles also doesn't know what happened in the east. So... it just means that Philadelphia has not really closed down, after all... this is the United States. It is too difficult for a non-centralized country to close the city with one word.

If the current president dares to seal the city, he won't even want to get votes for the eastern region! Moreover, other parties will immediately rush up like a shark, biting him into pieces.

The police station in the United States is similar to other countries. Several desks are put together to form a large office area. Computer materials are placed on them. The American flag and the eagle badge symbolizing the police system are hung on the wall. Edward walked to his desk and poured a cup of coffee. Then he smiled at the black woman on the opposite side.

"Are you suggesting me?" The woman was very strong, with black and shiny skin, and said with a smile: "Edward, when have you ended unmarriageism?"

In the United States, police is not a very good profession, so the salary is generally high. After all... this is a society where guns are allowed.

Not many white people choose this profession, but black people choose it as a way to truly integrate into American society. Therefore, in the huge police system, blacks occupy the majority.

"You got it wrong." Edward smiled, leaned forward, and whispered: "Jenny, find someone for me."

"Who?"

"The name is not clear. His father moved for First American Bank a long time ago."

Jenny looked at him like an idiot: "Dear Mr. Edward, are you kidding me?"

"No." Edward said seriously, "I suspect he was involved in a murder case."

Jenny's face finally became serious, she retracted her body, and quickly tapped the keyboard. After a long time, she poked her head out and looked at Edward like a ghost: "According to data records, in 1985, First American Bank officially moved out of Philadelphia. Settled in New York. You mean... to investigate a suspected homicide more than 40 years ago?"

"First of all, this case has passed the prosecution period. The prosecution period for the homicide case is 20 years. This is the legal maximum sentence of life imprisonment and the death penalty. The prosecution period has already passed. Moreover, this is not at all. We are in charge."

Edward frowned: "Why?"

"If it is a homicide, this is under the jurisdiction of the local police department, and I have the right to pursue the truth of it." Enduring the discomfort, Edward added: "This is the duty of our American police!"

"Of course, I am not opposed to your obligation." Jenny retracted and continued to type on the keyboard: "But you have to understand that the US police system belongs to several major parts, first the Department of Homeland Security, then the Federal Department, and There is the Ministry of Justice, including our local police department."

The computer in front of Edward hummed, on the internal communication software

A screenshot of Jenny has been sent over.

He understood what was going on just by looking at it. Because, this matter...has been transferred to the Department of Justice, and it is taken over by the Federal Bureau of Investigation under the Ministry of Justice, also known as the FBI.

Sure enough... The FBI also knows some truths, does it not allow ordinary people to participate...

Seeing his frowning brows, Jenny shrugged and said: "Don't tell me, you want to file a case independently and investigate this by yourself."

Edward raised his eyebrows.

Jenny sighed: "Edward, you are not young anymore, and people of your age are now in the position of sheriff! Stop wasting time, okay?"

"Even if you are allowed to file a case independently, you will not get any help in this case. The FBI will not allow you to go beyond your authority. In addition, even if you succeed, the offender will not be punished. After all, the prosecution period has passed and The other party does not fall into the scope of'especially bad in nature and no prosecution time limit'."

"If it is a serial homicide case, such as a corpse homicide case, the law may open the Internet and allow you to appeal. But now..." She smiled bitterly, "What's the use of wasting time?"

Edward stood up: "I just want the survivors to be fair."

Jennie snorted and drew back to the computer without saying anything.

Some people are like rocks in the toilet, smelly and hard.

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"Please come in." Sheriff Miles said casually while drinking coffee.

The door opened, Edward walked in, put a pile of materials on the other's desk, and said in a deep voice: "I apply for an independent investigation."

I didn't drink Miles Coffee, and looked at Edward as I didn't know each other for the second time today.

Are you crazy?

Just watch me get fat and entertain me, right?

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he picked up the information and looked at it. It took a long time to put down the information: "I think you are not an idiot."

"The case you gave me has passed the full twenty-year prosecution period. In addition, if you want to apply for an independent investigation, then you need reasons. Tell me, how did you suspect this case? Don't use the FBI to take over. The stupid answer is the answer."

Edward said solemnly: "I accidentally saw the video of the other party's death. It was a videotape, but after watching it, it disappeared the next day. I swear, there must be a problem with the other party's death! Mine Qualifications have the right to apply for independent investigation!"

However, this time, Miles did not turn him down immediately.

After three full minutes, I suddenly said: "The police can't provide you with much help."

Edward glanced at him in amazement and nodded: "I know."

"I only need the police station's positioning system, database, and...car. And a certificate of independent investigation."

Be silent again.

Myers took a sip of coffee, sighed faintly, and looked straight into Edward’s eyes: "Edward, although you have a strange personality, you are not very popular. But I want to remind you that you have Ever wondered why the FBI took over?"

"Have you considered the danger?"

Edward nodded deeply: "I thought about it."

"Then, even so, do you insist?"

"I insist." Edward did not avoid the other person's gaze: "This is my duty."

The two looked at each other. A few seconds later, Miles nodded: "This is your choice."

"Go to Ai Li, she will give you what you want."

Edward bowed and went out.

The door closed gently. Miles continued to sip his coffee, ten minutes later, he sighed and carefully took out a cell phone from his arms.

This is an old phone, Nokia. It handed over its mobile phone business to Microsoft in 2014. That is to say, Nokia's mobile phone will not have a signal unless it is a model within ten years.

Then he turned on the phone and even pressed the number.

"Hello, dear lord." Ten seconds later, he said: "Someone is actually investigating the incident more than 40 years ago... Yes, it is my subordinate, I have advised , But it didn't work."

"I reminded him twice vaguely, but he didn't listen...Yes, then I let him go directly into Philadelphia?"

"Understood, I hope your people will take care of it. If he comes back alive, this matter may be stabbed out... Of course, I didn't say anyone... No, since you saved my daughter's life. , I believe in you, I don’t know that you are a devil or an angel... I only know that you are the savior of our family..."

"Okay, I will send you his information right away..."

Hang up the phone, Miles sat quietly at the table, scratching his hand along the shiny scalp. He stared at the door, as if he could see Edward through the door.

"I advised you...you didn't listen, don't blame me..."

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The car drove smoothly out of Los Angeles and headed west.

The United States is vast and sparsely populated, and there is no such thing as China. There are fertile paddy fields everywhere, and you can't see many places with no one on a train. Here, canyons, peaks, countless palm trees, various flowers and plants constitute the scenery along the way. It is very possible to drive for a few hours without even seeing the gas station.

Especially in the atmosphere of the evening now, the road looks very gloomy.

Edward was sitting in the car. The car was a Ford, approved by the bureau. Just in front of the car, there was a paper bag with all the detailed information about the workers he wanted.

Ricky Conn. Died in 1986, the cause of death was cerebral hemorrhage. His son is called Matthew Conn. He now lives next to Franklin Roosevelt Park in Philadelphia, on the third floor of Apartment No. 137 on Route 23. He is now thirty-nine and he has his ID card attached.

"No bad hobbies, no formal occupation, and a part-time job for a living. No marriage... The whole profile is mediocre..." While driving, he was smoking a cigarette and refreshing: "But according to my experience, It's this kind of ordinary things, the more incredible things are hidden..."

On the spacious highway, you can see some trucks passing by from time to time. Now, half a day since he left Los Angeles, his plan is to go directly to Phoenix, Phoenix, a total distance of 601 kilometers, and then...board there. He has no time to roam the country.

The sky is getting dark. He doesn't plan to take a break, the ticket is at 12 o'clock tomorrow noon. After turning the corner, a freight car was oncoming ahead.

For Yama-level perception, this distance is nothing at all. He glanced boredly. The truck driver had obviously been driving for a long time, and was squeezing a can of canned coffee and drinking desperately.

This is a very common scene on American highways.

On the eve of the two cars approaching, the truck driver shook the empty coffee can irritably and cursed. Edward saw clearly that he should be cursing by the United States: SHIT.

In the night, two cars passed by, like one of countless familiar scenes on every road. There is nothing unusual.

At the same time, the truck driver frowned and threw the coffee can out. Edward hated this kind of people who didn't follow the rules and didn't care about quality, and shook his head. Then... the pupils shrank suddenly.

The coffee can... hit the roof of his car.

There was only a soft "knocking" sound.

There is no scrolling sound.

It's like...what the other party dropped was not a coffee can, but...a magnet.

In the next second, there was a "ticking" sound that made the roof of the car chilling!

This is... the sticky touch time/bomb!

Without any time to think, Edward kicked the car door, regardless of whether it was a highway or not, and jumped out!

Boom——! ! !