The policewoman didn’t even bother to check the information on the ID.
After she received it, she took out a notepad clipped in front, "Name, phone number, and oh, also mention your social media accounts..."
"Have I broken the law?"
"No," the policewoman looked at Brian straightforwardly, "I just think you’re good-looking and have a perfect height. I want to sleep with you, and if I could have a child, it would be even better to improve my family’s genes."
Brian silently pointed to the badge in the policewoman’s hand.
Only then did the policewoman take a serious look.
Hmm... It seemed to be a police badge.
She opened it, silently handed the badge back to Brian, "Sorry, I didn’t expect such a coincidence, Investigator Brian, I’m Shara, an officer from the Vice Squad. There’s a manpower shortage at the station, so they assigned me to come over and help with reception."
"Yes, I’d actually prefer to be in a frontline department, but the Vice Squad values the annual performance I bring to the team, so they won’t let me go."
Brian understood instantly.
Prostitution usually just results in a fine.
But there would be big trouble if the person involved was underage.
Unfortunately, this Shara appeared to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old, having that problematic teen look, the type who’d bait the big naive ones when fishing.
Shara pushed the police car door open unembarrassedly, "Let’s go, though I don’t know why the proud Chief Flory would ask for help from Los Angeles, we must hurry. Five officers have already gone missing there."
Brian got into the passenger seat, "What exactly is happening?"
Shara shook her head,
"It all started with missing children cases.
There are many lakes here, and some kids, not knowing better, secretly go swimming. Every year there are instances of drowning and being eaten by alligators, but it doesn’t help; similar incidents happen again the next year.
So, initially, when the patrol officers received the reports, they didn’t take it very seriously.
They started their investigation according to procedure, eventually contacting the dispatch center, and went into the lake camp where the disappearance occurred, and then they too lost contact.
Subsequent officers only found their patrol car.
The trunk was still holding their gun case, but the rifles and shotguns inside were gone.
It was unclear whether the officers had taken them or if someone had attacked the police.
So, many officers went together to search the initial disappearance point.
The result was just continuous disappearances.
One person vanished at a time.
No one heard gunshots before they vanished.
After three searches, three more people disappeared.
The strangest part was, someone found one of the missing officer’s uniforms at Iona Lake, over twenty kilometers away from the disappearing site.
After verification, the found uniform was indeed what the missing officer was wearing that day.
No one wanted to continue anymore.
Chief Flory, having no choice, told everyone to stop searching the disappearance point and only arranged for people to warn others to stay away, and also requested reinforcements.
Then they arranged divers to search in Iona Lake.
The request for help was sent yesterday, and today I was assigned to receive you.
That’s all the information I know."
Shara’s narration was very clear.
Brian noticed that her hands on the steering wheel were very steady, the occasional visibility of her palms showing thick calluses from shooting.
She was not as non-mainstream as she appeared but was a capable officer.
"Thank you, the information you provided is helpful."
Brian withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, politely thanking her.
Shara slowed the car, turned to look at Brian, her voice taking on a hint of allure, "I prefer to take action, and we will pass by a barren land soon.."
"Officer Shara, please behave yourself! I am not someone to be trifled with!!!"
Los Angeles top Vehicle Appraiser Brian, righteously declined this policewoman’s second indecent proposal!
Upon reaching the outskirts of Iona Lake.
With a bit of regret.
Shara forcefully handed a business card to Brian and then drove off somewhat dispiritedly.
Iona Lake was one of the landmarks of the city, surrounded by many buildings and communities, somewhat resembling an urban park community, with a road next by.
Brian estimated that the lake-view houses here wouldn’t be cheap.
He stopped, looking at a tourism promotional picture by the roadside.
These were images of attractions in the urban suburbs, including Disneyland, Universal City, etc., but a nondescript picture of a lake campsite caught Brian’s attention.
His expression was peculiar.
Damn, why does this place look so much like the opening scene of a horror movie he saw in his past life!
With increasing spiritual strength and his talent for Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory.
Many of Brian’s forgotten past life memories had become clear again.
Some scenes from this suburban lake campsite resembled the drowning site of a youth named Jason in a movie called "Friday the 13th" that he had seen in his previous life.
Right, that movie, also known as Crystal Lake...
Brian had even cosplayed as the murderous Jason before.