Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 006 You Come and I Go
Snapped.
Kirk placed a recorder on the table and gestured to Steve.
Recording is crucial for "reporters" and, coincidentally, for private detectives as well.
"Can I record the words 'Special Investigations Division refuses to accept any response'?"
Kirk's face was serious.
Steve was choked by the breath he was taking. Even though he knew Kirk was deliberately provoking him, he still couldn't swallow it.
Steve glared at Kirk and signaled the recorder with his eyes.
Kirk's eyes widened, full of innocence, and he said he couldn't understand.
Steve took a deep breath.
“No recording allowed.”
Steve spoke each word clearly, making sounds through gaps in his teeth.
Kirk was about to put the recorder away, but when he noticed Steve's gaze that was comparable to Cyclops, he raised his hands again and left the recorder on the table to prove his innocence.
Wait a moment.
"Why."
Finally, Steve broke the silence and asked calmly. Although it was a question, the ending tone did not rise. Instead, he spoke in the form of a statement. The anger hidden behind the calmness was rising little by little. Without yelling, he felt the danger more clearly.
"Homeless people, there are homeless people who die unexpectedly, right?"
"You know why they're called bums? Because they don't even have a place to go to the bathroom."
"You know why they don't even have a place to use the bathroom? Because no one cares."
"Let me tell you, no one f--- cares!"
"Two or three nameless homeless bodies float up the Hudson River every day, but no one gives a damn."
"Grass!"
As he spoke, Steve still couldn't help gritting his teeth, but this time, he braked suddenly and controlled himself, took a deep breath, and used both hands to carefully comb the little hair that was left, which was not messy at all, and straightened it out, trying to regain his dignity and calmness.
Kirk raised his eyebrows slightly and pointed at the New York Times on his desk. "If no one cares, then this report has no weight, right?"
Wow!
Suddenly, his anger rose again. Steve raised his hand, crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him.
Kirk looked at the newspaper with a look of regret, as if he was mourning "his own work", "So, does this mean that anyone cares?"
——It’s no use angering someone to death.
Steve's cheeks flushed slightly, and he was on the verge of exploding, and the last bit of rationality controlled himself.
"You should know that the Times can't stay out of this completely, right? When it comes to choosing between the NYPD and a reporter, I believe your editor-in-chief will make the right choice."
"Of course you can, I believe you." Kirk still had the smile on his face, and even adjusted his sitting posture, as if looking for a comfortable position.
"But then everyone thinks I'm the martyr - regardless of the truth or whether I am or not, at this point in time, that's what people are thinking."
"So, does this mean that the NYPD's top priority is not to solve the case, but to solve the whistleblower?"
"Wait. I think our editor-in-chief should also know the seriousness of the matter, so it's still unclear what the matter is."
Steve really wanted to strangle the person in front of him to death, but after considering his age and body size, and the obvious difference in fighting power, he had to give up the idea.
Steve raised his chin slightly, looking down at Kirk from above, "So, this is what you rely on? Martyr? Are you ready to sacrifice?"
Kirk shook his head slightly, "No, the truth is what I rely on. The truth."
“Ha, ha, ha.” Steve laughed heartily. “You are still young indeed. You probably don’t know that all those who pursued the truth have turned into a pile of bones, right?”
Kirk remained calm, "Sir, what's the point of life? In the end, we're all just a pile of bones."
Steve: …
I was actually speechless!
Finally, Steve couldn't control himself and exploded again, "Why? Why are you so obsessed with this case?"
"I'm curious, why can't we continue investigating this case?..."
"It was just a bunch of homeless people, no one cared."
"Tramp, tramp... hehe."
Kirk's smile rose slightly with a hint of sarcasm. It was Steve who was sitting behind the desk, but at this moment the aura of the entire office was controlled by Kirk.
His purpose was to provoke Steve. Losing his composure would mean exposing his true colors. Anyway, the consequences would not be borne by him, but by Jeff Minghella and the New York Times.
Then, names came out of that mouth one by one.
"Chris Adams."
"Dennis Curtis."
"Seith-Johnson."
Steve's face changed slightly, and he tried to stop Kirk, "Shut up!"
"Clark-Pierce."
"Isiah Robinson ."
Steve slammed the table hard. "Shut up! Shut up, I told you to shut up!"
"Felicia-Sands."
"Marlyne-G lover."
"They have names and surnames, and even if they are displaced, they are still alive."
"I believe that investigating the truth and upholding justice is the job of the police. I believe that no criminal should go unpunished."
"But now?"
"So, if we can't investigate this year, can we investigate next year? Or do we have to wait until the mayor changes office?"
Calm and sharp, sharp and heavy.
There is no need for fancy language; the power of the content itself is enough to hit the nail on the head.
Kirk said everything that needed to be said, despite Steve's attempts to stop him.
Steve looked at Kirk, whose face was calm. Obviously, he had no emotional fluctuations, no madness, excitement, or stubbornness. His calmness made Steve feel even more bitingly cold. The shock and astonishment in his eyes slowly receded, and then he finally regained a bit of rationality.
Take a deep breath.
Amidst the rage, Steve regained his composure. "That's the end of it. I won't accept any interviews, and neither will the Special Investigations Division. Reporters can leave now."
Kirk raised his eyebrows slightly. "So, you don't have any comments on the progress of the investigation? A serial murder case was ignored. Is this the NYPD's dereliction of duty, or... deliberate neglect?"
boom!
The real bomb is actually hidden here——
The so-called "neglect" has two possibilities: one is ignoring black people, and the other is a political conspiracy.
But no matter which possibility it is, Kirk's words are meaningful.
"roll!"
"Get out of the Special Investigations Department now, immediately, right now!"
Kirk looked at Steve, whose face was red and furious, and who seemed like he might explode in the next second. He didn't want the blood plasma to stain his clothes, so he quickly stepped back.
Kirk calmly put the recorder back into his pocket, stood up, and said seriously, "A day's plan begins in the morning. Please remember to eat breakfast, otherwise you may suffer from hypoglycemia and lose control of your temper..."
“Get out, ahhhhhh…” Steve could no longer control himself and roared with all his might, ready to flip the table over—
However.
He raised his hands, and in a rage he realized that the desk was made of solid wood and he couldn't lift it at all.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Steve noticed the enthusiastic crowd preparing to come up to help overturn the table. The last string of rationality in his mind completely broke. He grabbed the desk lamp on the table and threw it out with all his strength, but he missed the target because he used too much force.
——The deviation is a bit exaggerated.
Snapped.
The desk lamp flew out from the side and hit the wall directly, breaking into pieces, half a room away from Kirk who was at the door.
Kirk was unharmed.
"Blood sugar. Sir, blood sugar."
After saying this, Kirk even had time to salute politely, then tiptoed away, closing the door very politely and putting it away with care, as gently as if the tornado in the office just now had never happened.
As soon as I turned around, I saw the stunned gazes of the people in the room, their eyes full of confusion, not knowing what was going on.
A smile rose slightly on Kirk's lips, and he calmly retreated under the watchful eyes of everyone.
