"If that’s the case, how did the murderer know the victim had returned home and perfectly avoided the surveillance to kill the victim and then vanished from the outside cameras?"
There is only one reason.
"It’s because the killer is very familiar with the surroundings here and has a way to bypass the surveillance to enter the villa."
Brian looked down disdainfully at Howard, who was getting up:
"Also, the cause of the victim’s death was not from a dagger piercing the heart.
Idiot, didn’t you notice that the wound and the victim’s back muscles were at a right angle?
It was clearly inserted after the victim was lying on the ground.
There was no blood spatter at the wound location, nor a large amount of blood from the victim’s mouth and nose, which indicates that she was already dead before the heart was pierced, and that’s why the inactive blood showed little reaction."
"So tell me, how did the murderer avoid the surveillance?"
Howard was somewhat infuriated after confirming that the symptoms Brian mentioned all matched.
"Call yourself stupid and you still won’t admit it, I’ve already told you the answer," Brian pointed to the gate: "Of course, it’s this gentleman gardener, only he knows the surveillance locations of the villa and had time to dig a tunnel to avoid surveillance and come to the villa."
With complete surveillance in place, wanting to enter the villa without cutting the power.
Aside from heaven and earth, there were no other options.
Dropping from the sky was too uncontrollable, so that left going underground.
This directly pinpointed the murderer.
Howard and the female assistant looked towards the gate.
They saw the black gardener who had been sitting at the garden entrance was now at the gate, dragged in by Susan like a dead dog.
Susan excitedly said, "Brian, this guy tried to run as soon as he heard your analysis."
At this point, Howard and the female assistant fell silent.
They had both scrutinized the crime scene and speculated, while the killer sat nearby watching the show, probably laughing at their stupidity in his heart.
And then this pretty boy comes along, barely looks around, and catches the killer.
This made the female assistant think of her own words ’show your mettle by solving the case,’ and felt embarrassed.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt humiliated until she burst out in anger: "It’s just luck, our team leader..."
"Luck?" Susan couldn’t be bothered to deal with such a foolish woman, and sarcastically echoed Brian’s tone: "Brian is indeed lucky, with this case today he has solved three cases in a row and even caught a high school official forcing female university students to sell drugs. Not like you, with a mouth harder than my gun."
Brian added to the female assistant:
"Stop with your team leader this, team leader that.
You’ve been hit twice and Howard didn’t even bother to help you, just standing there pretending to have dignity.
You’re a fool, and he’s a hypocritical scoundrel; you do make a good match."
With Brian’s words, Howard’s mask was ruthlessly stripped away, and no longer able to face staying, he left the villa with a green face and a hurried pace.
The female assistant remained silent for a while, then followed with her head down.
She wasn’t stupid but couldn’t give up on Howard’s wealthy status.
Watching the two fade away dejectedly, Susan was the most excited.
It was a million times better to feel superior through someone’s humiliating defeat than a direct threat.
She couldn’t help but hug Brian, kissing him several times on the face: "Amazing! Brian, you’ve really boosted my pride!"
Feeling the fleeting softness on his cheeks, something stirred in Brian’s heart, and his hands almost instinctively wrapped around her.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and deployed his "Pheromone Control" talent, making his face flush and he looked at Susan sheepishly, as if at a loss for what to do.
Susan also realized something was off and snapped back: "What are you looking at!"
Brian bowed his head and said softly, "There are others around."
After the kiss, Susan felt somewhat regretful.
The action was a bit too much for her.
But seeing Brian’s ’shy’ reaction made Susan rather feel as if she’d gotten one over on Brian.
She licked her lips and smiled.
That Brian could be bashful so easily, even more naïve than her, was quite amusing.
It was easy to find a secret passage leading from the black gardener’s residence to the villa’s kitchen sewer.
The reason he turned on his ’benefactor’ was simple.
After getting out of jail,
He could not believe that the daughter of the woman he had killed not only did not hate him but also took him in, providing him with food and shelter in a villa.
Initially, the gardener was indeed very grateful.
Later, with the woman frequently away on business and himself idle every day, he relapsed into drug addiction. When he was out of money, he could not resist stealing from the villa to sell, and to avoid surveillance, he even took the time to dig a secret passage.
Until the lady of the house noticed something amiss and tried to test him, hoping he would admit his wrongdoing voluntarily.
Instead, the gardener acted as if he hadn’t caught on.
He used a murder technique he’d learned in prison to drug the lady of the house until she was unconscious, then he smothered her with a pillow and moved her downstairs to stage the scene of a stabbing...
Brian didn’t understand why the old man went through such trouble.
The case, with an autopsy and a bit of reasoning or an investigation of the villa’s finances, would eventually implicate him; one can only say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks - stupid and wicked.
The lady of the house... her death was not undeserved.
Kindness is not a bad thing, but being kind to a brute is plain stupidity.
Brian didn’t know how she managed to run a company.
After seeing the female victim’s records,
Brian found out that the woman’s mother had left her five large companies, which she had squandered away until only one remained, a cosmetic company with just dividend rights...
As Brian drove to work and was buying breakfast, he discovered some patrol officers who recognized him and even came up to greet him warmly.
Puzzled, he arrived at the B6 task force office and learned the reason.
The fact he had cracked three cases in one day had spread across seven or eight police precincts in his jurisdiction, and with his handsome photo in the internal bios, he had attracted a lot of female officers’ discussions and stories about him.
Brian had made a name for himself in the Los Angeles police community.