Brian had put away the two bodies again.
After a brief cleaning, they entered the empty conference room.
"Blood transfusion therapy has not been safely authorized and will not be publicly promoted, it can only be performed in private institutions."
Brian wrote ’blood transfusion therapy’ on the board, "Considering the condition of Mason’s wife, this shelved research technique has matured and been put into practice; we need to find this institution."
Green was somewhat surprised.
He had not expected his boss Brian to focus on this unknown research institution instead of the "Eden."
Was this related to the case?
Brian immediately perceived Green’s thoughts and explained,
"Based on the scene, this is a case of acquaintance homicide, and it is very likely that the perpetrator had a key to the Mason family’s villa.
The previous patrol officer mentioned that the victim, Mason, had recently been running for district councilor.
Additionally, data from the laptop showed that Mr. and Mrs. Mason had a swinging habit, which was quite indulgent.
That’s the obvious investigative direction we can see."
That was what he had been thinking.
"Trust me, if we really pursued that, it would be a waste of time and effort, and we might even be exploited by the perpetrator, who also left behind false clues at the scene."
Brian wrote two investigative directions on the board:
"Competitors are the first suspects most people think of, but this is actually the least likely.
Because for elections, the best tactic is to ruin the other party’s reputation.
That’s why we see a lot of fun every election year.
But killing competitors isn’t the way since the aftermath is too serious, and such a person would not be accepted by their peers. For just a district councilor position, it’s not worth the risk of imprisonment, and competitors wouldn’t have access to Mason’s house keys."
"The second suspect would be the playmates of the Mason couple.
Subconsciously, one might think this intimate relationship also translates into close private interactions, which is a misunderstanding.
Remember the club called ’Eden’?
People participate there to find suitable and numerous playmates and also to separate their real identities and lives.
What happens in the club stays in the club. Real life is separate.
That’s the true mentality of these people.
Without such boundaries, they wouldn’t leave so many intimate photos in laptops and still avoid divorce."
Brian analyzed accurately.
He felt that both investigative directions were implausible.
Instead, it was the blood transfusion therapy.
This practice is niche in this world and not many truly wealthy and powerful people are interested.
They have better options.
Without the support of influential individuals,
this technology would face significant challenges in its verification stage, inevitably involving some illegal experiments and research. The researchers of this technology are likely unaware of the mutant group; otherwise, no one would waste their precious time and research efforts on outdated technologies.
Key point: without official verification, this sort of practice can only be marketed and discussed privately.
Meaning, the person who directed Mason’s wife toward this therapy, must have been a close and trusted acquaintance, perhaps even a best friend.
Much like referrals in cosmetic medicine...
This scenario also fits with the conjecture that the murderer had a key to the Mason’s house.
Considering all this,
Brian felt there was some relation to this aspect in the murder case.
The first conjecture was easy for Green to understand.
On reflection, it also made sense.
At clubs , it’s inevitable to act excessively and exhibit desire-driven behaviors; returning to real life, meeting again could be awkward.
Seeing him reflect, Brian reminded him again:
"Actually, another very important reason club members don’t interact deeply is that the partner brought along may not be the real partner.
For excitement, some pay for prostitutes or bring lovers.
Only the truly naive would bring their actual wives..."
Green was startled, "You can bring prostitutes there?"
Isn’t that essentially cuckolding someone else for free?
Brian shrugged, "As long as the medical report is clean, experienced prostitutes are the best actors. As long as the price is right, they can do anything except solve math problems."
"Boss Brian, following you, I feel I learn so much. You really have a broad knowledge..."
Brian casually waved his hand.
It was just some insights from his journey of growth.
After gathering their things, both said goodbye and went home individually.
Brian’s first act upon arriving at the office was to snatch the rotund Shi San back from Susan.
The man and the dog went up to the rooftop.
Brian looked at Shi San.
Shi San, unusually avoiding Brian’s gaze, aimlessly stared at the concrete ground as if ants were crawling on it.
One night not seen, and you’ve changed, dog!
Brian elongated the call with a tone that starkly resembled the way his mother used to yell his name before an emotional outburst in his past life.
Sensing trouble, Shi San burped guiltily and barked, "Woof woof~ woof woof~ (There’s a woman named Caroline who slept with Susan and taught her how to date you...)."