It was as if a satellite navigation map had been installed inside his brain.
A "Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory" ordinary software plug-in directly heightened Brian’s brain to perform at its already formidable capacity.
"Looks like I ought to read more in my spare time, being a human mobile library isn’t so bad."
Brian’s mood brightened.
This pseudo-scholar feeling wasn’t half bad.
If he had had this talent before, he should now be Dr. Brian.
Effort before talent is truly despairing.
Green, too, came over drenched in sweat with roughly two hundred leftover case files. "Boss Brian, these are the missing person cases from the past three years in several towns around the crime scene, all unsolved cases with leftover files, and information on the missing persons."
Brian was a bit surprised.
Green nodded, "The highway patrol, based on the locations provided by the reporters, did a quick search for car information that could see license plates, and found vehicles belonging to over a dozen missing persons; I’ve singled out their information."
Brian complimented and helped Green place the materials on the table.
He first checked the information of the dozen or so missing car owners.
A dozen missing car owners didn’t mean there were only a dozen missing individuals.
Some disappeared while out with a partner, some with family members on trips or traveling, and others vanished while driving alone.
Altogether, there were over forty people.
This meant none of these people came back alive.
Missing persons cases actually occupy an awkward place in the entire law enforcement system.
Because until a dead body is found or one can confirm the person’s death, it’s unlikely for the police to launch an extensive human and material resource investigation and tracking for a missing person of ordinary status.
Especially in the United States.
If it occurred in a mountain mishap or the like, and the family is willing to pay search and rescue personnel, there might still be a chance to find the missing.
For cases like these present ones, even if their families report to police, the best outcome would usually be for the police to make a record and then arrange for personnel to make a round of visits. If they find a clue, the investigation continues; if not, the report is just a record. The rest largely depends on the missing person’s family exerting their last effort, posting missing person notices and such everywhere.
With a bit of bad luck, they might even go missing in this process...
Brian quickly flipped through the material in his hands, and the names of places, starting points, destinations, and other information mentioned in the report records automatically pieced together into routes in his mind.
This process was quite magical.
He felt like an intelligent computer at that moment, processing the absorbed variety of information at an incredible speed, attempting to conclude the clues hidden within this information.
Watching Brian casually flip through the material, Green’s lips twitched twice, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.
He probably thought Boss Brian was just habitually looking and didn’t believe these materials contained any useful clues...
After over five minutes.
A smile spread across Brian’s face.
He found a stretch of road that all the missing persons would have taken before disappearing, according to the road maps in the report records. If he wanted to know what those people had gone through, he just needed to follow that stretch of road.
Brian continued to go through the rest of the stack of missing persons information.
Most of them, before going missing, since they never anticipated vanishing, didn’t purposely tell those around them where they were heading.
In those records mentioned by the reporters, Brian found over thirty more missing persons who had also traveled that stretch of road before disappearing.
Coincidentally, that stretch of road went right through Tengteng Town.
The likelihood of the killer hiding out in this area was substantial!
After going through the materials.
Brian clapped his hands together, "Green, put everything back, we’ve got to get moving."
Green looked puzzled at Brian. "Boss Brian, aren’t we taking these materials with us?"
"No need," Brian pointed to his head, "All these materials and that road map are here in my mind."
So much information, he would probably need a whole day to briefly look it over, yet Boss Brian claims to have memorized it all... Green felt like Brian was bragging, but he obediently put the materials back.
Rule number one of being an underling: Listen more, talk less.
Since he had memorized the route, this time Brian drove.
He deliberately followed the road segment he had simulated in his mind.
Green felt uneasy, only being able to assemble and get accustomed to the rifle he had brought along.
He wasn’t too familiar with this weapon.
Halfway through, Green received a call.
A friend he knew from police academy was shot dead, his colleague and him had stopped a speeding car, and before they could even approach, the driver pulled out a submachine gun, turned them into sieves and sped off.
The weather in Los Angeles is fairly pleasant, which leads many officers to prefer not working in the hot bullet-proof vests; in encounters like that one, survival chances are slim.
Hearing this news, Green’s mood turned somber, "In our batch, within less than half a year on the job, eight have already died, most of them in the last two or three months. The public safety is getting worse and worse."