Empire of Shadows

Detective Rucar looked at Kent's information in his hand, rubbing his temples with a headache.

Kent's brother was a high-ranking member of the Camilla gang, and relying on his brother's protection, he did a lot of bad things in the Imperial District.

Places like casinos are most prone to conflicts, and his methods are indeed not clean.

Here is a piece of information from an informant: in recent years, Kent has been recruiting croupiers who "know a thing or two" in the Ovillis State.

As for why he wants to recruit such people, everyone knows it in their hearts.

Although his underground casino only has four or five tables, these four or five tables have a very strong profit-making ability every month.

In other words, everyone who lost money could be the protagonist who committed this murder.

This does not include the possibility that other gangs may have sought revenge and killed him because of his brother.

What Detective Rucar hates most are cases related to gang members.

Who knows what the murderer's motive is?

It often requires a lot of time, energy, and resources to investigate, and it is possible that the result will be called to a halt suddenly when it is not far from the truth.

Goldenport City, and even the entire Federation's underworld, have inextricable links with the political arena.

Even in the entire Federation's network of interest transfers, the mafia occupies an important position, not simply "a place".

Very troublesome, very棘手, this is what Detective Rucar is thinking at this time.

Just as he was thinking about how to find a breakthrough point in solving this case, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

It was a police officer from his group, "Chief, someone named Will wants to see you. He said he is Kent's brother."

The police officer lowered his voice slightly, "It's that one from Camilla."

Rucar first showed a thoughtful expression, very short, just a few seconds, and then there was some smile on his face, "Let him in."

He tidied up the documents on the table, put them in order, and threw them into the file basket.

It must be said that Will's first impression is very good, always able to make people feel his gentle temperament, but only those who know him understand that it is just one side of his multiple personalities.

"Detective Rucar, I am Kent's brother. They said that if I want to see him, I must come to you."

Detective Rucar took out a document for claiming the body and stood up, "Yes, this is the procedure for claiming the body. Do you need to prepare yourself mentally?"

Will shook his head, "I have known him for thirty years. No matter what he becomes, it won't surprise me."

Very ordinary words, but the emotions hidden inside made Detective Rucar a little silent.

"Come with me."

He pushed the door open, explained a few things to the police officer, and then led Will to the morgue.

The morgue is behind the police station, and it needs to use a cold storage.

Now the manufacturing level of cold storage is slightly not so good, and the noise is very loud.

In order not to affect the work and rest of the police officers, there will be a certain distance.

This gives them a chance to chat on the road.

"You are biological brothers."

Detective Rucar said this as if casually.

Will took out a cigarette, "Want one?"

He didn't refuse, looking at the high-end cigarette in his hand, Detective Rucar had a faint smile on his face.

Will lit the cigarette and said while walking, "We have a good relationship."

"Strictly speaking, our parents should be the first batch of official Imperial immigrants."

"We were not born yet when they started doing business here."

Looking at the doubt on Detective Rucar's face, he patiently explained, "Fur merchants."

Detective Rucar showed a clear expression.

Whether it is the Federation, the Empire, or the upper class in other regions, there is a great demand for fur.

Wearing the fur of powerful animals on oneself is a practice similar to nature worship that has existed since the beginning of human civilization.

At that time, the high priest or chief of the tribe would insert feathers on his head and make the animal's head into a hat after tanning, in order to hope to obtain powerful power from nature.

Even today, these people are still doing this, but they no longer desire to gain the power of these animals, but use this method to show their money.

Wealth is sometimes a manifestation of power.

Detective Rucar once participated in a very special case.

There was a very rare albino lion in the zoo in the next state.

Pure white lions are rare throughout the world.

A wealthy man hoped to turn this lion into a beautiful coat on his body, but the zoo director rejected the offer of 300,000 and claimed that this albino lion was "the wealth of all mankind" and would not be sold to a despicable capitalist.

Then the wealthy man only proposed to buy the fur of this lion for 150,000 yuan, and in less than two weeks, the lion was killed by the staff and transported out of the zoo.

Because the final destination of the fur pointed to Goldenport City, he participated in this part of the investigation work.

The fur business still has a lot of profit margins today.

He can imagine that Will's father should be a successful businessman, but he can also guess that something must have happened later.

He didn't speak, and Will continued to say, "We have always had a good relationship since we were born, because we are Imperial immigrants. Even if we were born here, we are still often bullied, so we are very united."

"Later, very unfortunately, my father encountered pirates at some point because he traveled back and forth between the two sides more frequently, and then he disappeared."

"They don't admit that he is dead, because in this way, the shareholders can empty the entire company before we inherit his shares."

"In the end, while we didn't get a penny, we inherited a large amount of originally non-existent debt, and the bank also wanted to take away our house..."

He took a deep breath of the cigarette.

That night, the neighbor's little rascal's father came to their house.

He proposed to take them in, but their mother had to pay a little something for it.

The woman was unwilling to do so.

He tried to force his way into her secret garden, and the two boys eventually smashed the old rascal's head with a sailboat team's baseball bat.

Afterwards, their mother took on all the blame.

A friend of his father helped them with the lawsuit for free.

The court considered the fact of "invading private territory" and, while respecting the principles of the law, did not give her any substantive punishment.

She was acquitted.

Later, a series of problems made her mentally unstable, and then she began to abuse psychiatric drugs, and finally died by suicide a year later.

At that time, the whole world was left with only their two brothers.

Listening to Will telling these things that happened in the past, it was like telling Detective Rucar how good his relationship with his brother was, but it was also like telling himself that his last relative had also left him.

"Although I am sometimes very strict with him, I swear, I just don't want him to do anything stupid and irreversible."

Will curled his lips, his eyes were a little red again, "As a result, he is still dead."

Detective Rucar has siblings, but has not had such a bumpy experience.

He can't understand the heaviness and pain of this kind of emotion, so he can only comfort him a few words.

The next journey was silent.

After the door of the morgue was pushed open, Detective Rucar glanced at him, and after confirming that he said he was okay, he took him to the morgue.

He pulled out a drawer from the freezer, and Kent was inside.

Looking at his brother, whose skin was pale and without any blood, and was so highly rotten that he was almost unrecognizable, Will vomited.

As a senior member of the mafia, he had tortured and killed more than one person, and had seen dead bodies and rotten corpses, but he had never felt so uncomfortable!

He felt a strong nausea, retching, and vomiting.

The fishy and sour smell of the vomit made Detective Rucar take several steps back.

He vomited for a long time before taking out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth clean, and then stood up again.

At this time, his face was similar to that of his brother in the ice coffin, both silly and white.

He endured the intense discomfort, not only the discomfort of seeing a highly rotten corpse, but also the physiological reaction caused by the knowledge of the death of a loved one, and walked to the ice coffin.

Detective Rucar walked over at this time, "Is this your brother?"

Will didn't speak.

He waited for a while and asked again.

Will, who had just recovered, nodded, "Sorry, this..."

He covered his face and couldn't say anything, and after cursing "Fuck", he punched the freezer.

The freezer was dented by his punch, and there was some blood.

His fist was bruised and broken, bleeding, but he didn't care at all.

His voice suddenly increased a lot, and it became more rigid, "Yes, yes, it's this bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pursed his lips tightly, looked at Detective Rucar, and his expression became grim, "Who killed him?"