Cyberpunk: 2075

"The deceased was thirty-two years old, a native of Santo Domingo, a delivery boy by profession, and his family..."

"Chief Jason, the cause of death of the deceased has been investigated. It was asphyxia."

"Suroshi?"

Jensen, who had recently been promoted from police officer to sergeant, looked back at the subordinates who handed him the documents and found it hard to believe the cause of death report given by the laboratory personnel.

After he took the document and looked at it for a few times, he confirmed that the report given by the laboratory department was indeed asphyxia, and then turned his head again and looked at the situation inside the cordon.

The minced meat and blood stains scattered all over the floor, the cause of death of its owner was actually asphyxiation?

"That is to say, the deceased was cut into pieces after he died of asphyxiation?"

"That's the tentative speculation."

"Then that's strange. He's already dead, so is it necessary to mess up his body in such a mess... Or is it because we need to remove his prosthetic body in an emergency? Yes, maybe the prisoner is a scavenger?"

There was too little information, and Jason was not a full-time crime solver, so he just took the report from the laboratory seriously.

"Go back and check the surrounding surveillance and ask the people nearby. If it is really a scavenger, then we have to find time to clean it up...:"

As Jason was talking, a police officer ran from a distance and hurriedly came towards him.

"Report to the Sheriff!"

"Is something wrong?"

"An outsider is approaching."

"Outsiders?"

When outsiders approached while handling the case, Jason didn't quite understand why his subordinates had to come to him for instructions on such a thing. He told them that a case was being handled inside and asked them to avoid it.

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

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

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

"What about the other one? Why did you only say Karl?"

"I don't know who he is."

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

"Let Karl listen to him?"

This is different from the impression Karl left on Jason.

Karl's lively and sunny temperament, which to those who are not familiar with it, seems to be no different from cyberpsychosis,

It's strange that he actually listens to what others say.

"Let them come together. I'm also curious as to who is the person who can make Karl listen in peace."

"yes!"

The police officer received the order and immediately turned around and ran back.

He ran in a hurry, but this was not because he was worried that Karl would be impatient with waiting. On the contrary, he simply didn't want Karl to wait any longer.

When Carl faced cyberpsychosis twice, this young police officer was by his side. It can even be said that he was saved twice by Carl. For Carl, a well-known mercenary in Night City, he was used by many gangs. He didn't feel afraid of people whom the elements considered to be lunatics, and even felt a sense of security every time he saw them.

Because he knew that KK, who was regarded as a scourge among bad gangs, was actually a pretty good person, reasonable and polite. This young police officer could even see from KK. To the justice that he longed for and regarded as his goal in the past, but gradually lost it after joining the NCPD.

Yes, justice, this is a justice that is difficult to see in the NCPD where corruption, favoritism and bending the law have become extremely common.

Most of the people in Night City don't talk about justice and reason. Maybe they were just in a bad mood when walking, maybe the crooked signboard they were looking at fell down, or maybe the straight line under their feet was suddenly changed. If someone blocks them, they may pull out their gun and start randomly pulling the trigger on passers-by based on their mood, which is something Carl would not do.

Karl is truly reasonable. If he wants to kill you, there must be some reason. This alone is already quite remarkable.

A clear death is something that is unattainable in the City of Night. You don’t even know what you have offended, and you don’t even know how many people have died. In this case, how can people prevent and To avoid touching taboos, it’s a day of worry The life of worrying about not being randomly shot and killed by crazy people on the road is really depressing. When I meet someone who understands the bottom line, can reason, always smiles and steals the sunshine, treats myself as an individual and treats myself fairly, How can this not make people 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 all the way into the blocked murder scene.

"Good morning, Mr. Johnson."

"Good morning Carl."

Facing Carl's smile, Jason also showed a rare smile and said hello, and then looked at Kenichi Shiro behind Carl. After his eyes lingered behind his black suit for a while, his eyes shifted to Carl again:

"Who is this?"

"He's my boss?"

Karl did not say Kenichi Shiro's name, but just stated that he was his boss.

"boss?!"

Hearing this word that was a bit unimaginable to hear from Karl, Jason was a little disbelieving: "You have joined the company now?"

"It's a part-time job. Dangerous Girl Agency, you've heard of it, the one with the cat-eared beautiful girl detective."

"It's the Dangerous Girl Agency."

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

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

Jensen looked at Kenichi Shiro suspiciously: "Do you have a cat-eared girl detective, or is the dangerous girl now changed to an uncle detective, or is he a cat-eared beautiful girl detective once he takes off his clothes?"

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

As expected of a professional, his eyelids only twitched slightly when he was told that.’

Carl, watching Kenichi Shiro’s expression, praised him in his heart, and then did not embarrass his boss on the mission and explained to Johnson.