Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 365: [The Physical Split Case of the Los Angeles Council Chairman]

Monday, 7 PM, Southern Los Angeles, an upscale community, inside an apartment.

With the arrival of Supervisor Potante Byrne, John immediately ceased his speech, and after agreeing to talk to Luo An next time, he left behind folders and a check and departed from the office area of the Special Investigation Team.

Seeing this, Luo An pulled Reesi along with him and headed to the crime scene together with Supervisor Potante Byrne.

By this time, the two-story apartment was brightly lit, a dozen LAPD officers struggled to maintain order at the scene, with a large crowd of noisy reporters outside and incessant flashes from their cameras.

"The victim's name is Hisman."

Potante Byrne stepped out of the car, with a face so gloomy it seemed water might drip from it, and paced briskly toward the apartment with Luo An and Reesi, lifting up the barrier tape.

"He was 55 years old, the most popular among Los Angeles councilmen, and the Los Angeles City Council Chairman."

"I know him."

Luo An was not very familiar with these events. Reesi, on the other hand, nodded seriously and said:

"Hisman had spoken out for the lower-class citizens of Los Angeles multiple times and proposed numerous measures for their well-being."

Luo An kept a composed expression, listening it seemed that Chairman Hisman was a good person. Stepping onto the lawn outside the apartment, he asked:

"What was the cause of Chairman Hisman's death?"

Upon hearing the question, Potante Byrne's expression turned even colder and did not directly answer Luo An:

"You will find out shortly."

"Hm?"

Luo An's brow furrowed, wondering if the murderer had subjected Chairman Hisman to torture or humiliation before killing him.

As he stepped inside the apartment, Luo An realized he had underestimated his own imagination.

The living room was impossible to stand in at the moment – the floor was covered with coagulated dark red fluid.

In the center of the living room, the fifty-something-year-old Council Chairman Hisman was completely naked, with a white towel stuffed in his mouth and tied to the back of his head, his eyes bulging and his face twisted in a grimace.

Furthermore, from top to bottom, Chairman Hisman was literally split in half at the waist, both halves a jumbled mess that defied description.

"Fu-k!"

"Son of a bitch!"

Upon seeing the disheveled state of the living room, Reesi's face contorted in shock, her expression turning exceedingly unsightly as she instinctively covered her mouth.

Luo An, too, was slightly startled and cursed under his breath.

Such a scene was quite shocking for Luo An as well, mainly because of the heavy stench of blood, and with his sensitive sense of smell, he felt almost unable to breathe in the living room.

Glancing at Potante Byrne, Luo An finally understood why his face was so somber.

Leaving the living room, making way for the forensic agents with equally horrified expressions, Luo An, Reesi, and Potante Byrne entered the adjacent kitchen. They turned their attention to a middle-aged Caucasian man who was by the sink, pale with fear as he vomited.

The middle-aged Caucasian man was named Aiden, Chairman Hisman's secretary, and the first to discover the scene and call the police.

After a brief exchange, Potante Byrne left the apartment to deal with the media outside.

Luo An and Reesi approached Aiden, who was now unable to vomit anything more. Reesi handed him a glass of water and patted his shoulder, whispering:

"Let's talk outside."

The kitchen was not far from the living room, and such a scene was still profoundly shocking for the average person.

"Thanks, but there's no need, I can manage."

Trembling as he took the water from Reesi, Aiden thanked her and then tenaciously shook his head, refusing the suggestion.

Reesi was somewhat speechless seeing Aiden's noodle-like helplessness while trying to appear tough, as Luo An couldn't be bothered to waste more words, he physically escorted Aiden out of the apartment and into the Special Investigation Team's new SUV...

On the adjacent road.

Mainly because Luo An had a particularly sensitive sense of smell, he detected a faint urine odor on Aiden. Since the SUV was new, it wouldn't be good to get it dirty.

The CIA's Wan De was quick; before Luo An and Mona had even made their way to Washington, Wan De had already sent three SUVs and some new equipment to the Special Investigation Team.

Neither Luo An nor Reesi looked down on Aiden, after all, he was an ordinary person, and it was commendable that he didn't faint at the sight of such a scene.

"How did you know I passed out?"

Aiden looked up in surprise, indicating that he fainted the moment he opened the apartment door and saw the scene in the living room.

If it wasn't for the pain of his head hitting the stairs that jolted him awake, it's uncertain how much later Aiden would have called the police.

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Reesi rolled her eyes, and Luo An didn't waste any more time, directly asking:

"What exactly happened between you and Chairman Hisman today? What did you go through?"

"Chairman Hisman called me this morning, saying he was feeling unwell and needed to rest at home for a few hours."

Taking a deep breath, Aiden began to recount the details of his day:

"Chairman Hisman's health has always been poor; this kind of thing is normal, so I didn't pay much attention. I just postponed the conference and other events to after three p.m. as per Chairman Hisman's request.

At two-thirty in the afternoon, I called Chairman Hisman again, but he didn't answer.

Taking into account the past instances when Chairman Hisman would not wake up after taking medication, I drove here with the documents and then..."

Upon hearing this, Luo An's expression became grave. There were hardly any useful clues from Aiden's end, and noticing that Chairman Hisman's family hadn't appeared at the scene despite the time that had passed, Luo An asked again:

"What is the situation with Chairman Hisman's family?"

"Chairman Hisman has been separated from his wife for several years."

Aiden let out a long sigh and explained:

"Chairman Hisman and his wife have secretly completed divorce proceedings, but it has not been made public yet. They have a daughter who works outside of the federal jurisdiction and has only met Chairman Hisman a handful of times."

After a few seconds of silence, Luo An asked in a low voice:

"Does Chairman Hisman have any other women?"

The culprit's methods were so brutal, it was likely that there was some enmity with Chairman Hisman, and a crime of passion was one of the possibilities.

"...There is indeed one."

After a long silence, Aiden looked up at the reporters in the distance. Seeing that there were only Luo An and Reesi near the SUV, he lowered his voice and said:

"The woman's name is Corina, 21 years old, a student at a university in Los Angeles."

"..."

Luo An and Reesi exchanged glances, each seeing an inexplicable look in the other's eyes.

Without saying much more, after Reesi had asked for Corina's basic information, an agent from the forensic team came over.

The agent from the forensic team had a very normal complexion. Aiden was taken away by other agents. He told Luo An and Reesi:

"We found that the victim's tongue was cut off and not found at the scene, which means it was probably taken by the murderer." freeweɓnøvel.com

"Is there any other discovery?"

"We'll have to wait for the autopsy results."

"OK, thanks."

The forensic agent turned and left, and Reesi immediately analyzed:

"A removed tongue in many cases signifies the outcome of an informant. Could Chairman Hisman's case be similar?"

"Perhaps."

Luo An stood beside the SUV, arms folded, attentively observing the brightly lit, bustling scene for a moment, then took out his cellphone to call Mona:

"Mona, the surveillance in this community, have you found any clues?"

"There are clues, but not entirely."

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