Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 063 System Busy
Callum, you're really busy.
Although Callum had requested support through the 911 dispatch center, the NYPD was operating at full capacity during the holiday peak, and only one patrol car came to the Plaza Hotel for support. There was a serious shortage of manpower, and the recording of eyewitness statements was slow.
Then, a patrol car took the two suspects back to the 14th Precinct, while Callum stayed at the scene and waited.
He needed to continue waiting for the Crime Scene Division.
During holidays, I am so busy that I don’t even have time to drink a sip of water.
The Crime Scene Division is the only key position in the NYPD system that covers the work content of all departments. Although it is affiliated with the Bureau of Investigation, they are responsible not only for cases of the Bureau of Investigation, but also for related cases of all other departments when evidence collection and testing are required.
Yet, they make up less than 1% of the NYPD's total force.
In short, this is a rare species, and no one wants to offend the Crime Scene Division.
If they are accidentally angered, the Crime Scene Division does not need to do anything special. It just needs to postpone the evidence testing work of the case in which the person concerned is responsible, under the pretext of "big cases take priority"; then, this is the beginning of the disaster.
You have to know that this is New York, and there are countless cases, big and small . If you wait in line for testing physical evidence, it may take ten days or half a month. If you delay it a little longer or cut in line, several months will be gone in the blink of an eye, and then you will be buried in the mountain of cases.
Of course, testing will still take place, but the waiting time is as long as "Waiting for Godot".
So, be patient, be patient.
It was a little surprising that the Crime Scene Division arrived at the scene faster than expected. In less than an hour, someone arrived to take over the work.
However, there was only one person.
It is obvious that during the peak period, there was a shortage of staff, so there were no assistants, and one person arrived at the scene alone, even if he had to take over.
Callum came forward in a friendly manner, and after a brief exchange he realized—
The Plaza Hotel is still a hot potato after all.
It is also because of this that when a case occurs here, the highest officer of the Crime Scene Department learns of the news and immediately sends personnel to deal with it.
No wonder they arrived at the scene so quickly.
"…You are, Kirk-Hull?"
Originally, Callum had finished the handover and Kirk was about to leave, but the female forensic doctor in front of them called out to him, and both of them stopped.
Kirk looked back, he thought the handover procedure was not completed -
This female forensic doctor looked very young, so young that one would wonder if she was just an assistant.
But if you think about it, since the Crime Scene Division attaches so much importance to the Plaza Hotel, they probably wouldn't send an assistant.
However, Kirk's attention is no longer here. Whether it is an assistant or a forensic doctor, this is no longer the point.
so what?
The female medical examiner looked at Kirk carefully, her eyes were very calm and cold, as if she was looking at a heartless corpse.
"oh."
"Just now at Macy's, I also heard your name. That, too, was you, right?"
To be more precise, there was some brilliance hidden in those eyes, as if expecting the corpse to suddenly come back to life and perform a set of martial arts on the spot. The abnormal scientific research look was a bit weird, and the image of Hannibal immediately emerged in my mind.
Unfortunately, the "corpse" in front of him was not prepared to cooperate.
Kirk paused slightly and glanced into the eyes of the female medical examiner, looking a little surprised but not panicked.
"Um?"
"No, that's not me."
Ah.
After saying that, Kirk raised the corners of his mouth with a forced smile, revealing a soulless smile. He did not stay any longer, but turned around and walked away.
Just like that he left...just like that...left.
The female medical examiner stood there without much expression, her eyes were a little dull, messy in the wind, and the slightly stiff curve at the corners of her mouth was soulless yet a little awkward. She didn't know whether to raise her mouth or lower it, and silently watched Kirk's back as he left.
Then!
A figure strode across, blocking the female forensic doctor's view of Kirk, and replaced it with a smiling face, just like the smiling face in the emoji package, revealing a row of neat and white teeth just right, and the perfect upward arc had a robotic texture.
…It’s Callum.
“Kirk is a funny guy.”
"humor."
The awkward and stiff speech is almost at the level of intelligent voice, completely devoid of emotion.
In front of me, the female forensic doctor had a blank expression on her face, with the corners of her mouth raised but without a smile on her face, as she looked at a corpse.
On the other side, Callum had a mechanical smile, and after inputting and outputting the language, there was no further response and he fell into silence.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Female Medical Examiner: ...
Callum: ...
Then, Callum suddenly smiled and said, "Have a nice day."
After saying this, Callum stood at attention, turned around, and marched forward in a straight line. His stiff movements were like a clockwork puppet, and he gradually walked away from sight.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
After walking more than ten meters, the joints of his limbs suddenly felt lubricated, his movements became smoother, he walked faster and faster, and finally rushed out at a trot.
He ran faster and faster, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye. He looked like the heroine in "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" being chased by a serial killer, agile and leaving the crowd far behind.
Female Medical Examiner: ...
Here, Callum walked lightly to the front of his patrol car and ran towards Kirk, mumbling in surprise and surprise.
"Wow, wow, wow, the look in the eyes of the female medical examiner is as if she is looking at a corpse. Wow, so creepy. Look, I have goose bumps."
Kirk: ...
Callum was wondering why Kirk didn't respond at all. He turned around and saw Kirk leaning against the patrol car like a melting ice cream. This made Callum a little worried, "Kirk?"
Kirk still didn't respond, but took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, quickly unwrapped it with his fingers, and threw it into his mouth, waiting for the chocolate to melt. His slightly frowned brows finally relaxed happily, and he sat up straight again, "Callum, let's go to Lorenzo's to buy donuts."
Isn't this style of painting a bit... not right?
"Ah?" Callum blurted out. So, he ignored the female forensic doctor just now just for the donuts?
Kirk's face was full of seriousness. "Low blood sugar. Working so hard, my blood sugar dropped a little too fast."
Callum felt something was wrong. It took them less than thirty minutes to solve the case, and the rest of the time was spent on taking statements and waiting for the on-site investigation. It didn't seem that hard, right?
But Callum still nodded confusedly, "Oh, oh oh oh."
Kirk, "Very good. So, what are you waiting for? Let's go! You lead the way and I'll drive behind you."
A question mark slowly appeared on Callum's forehead: Does this mean that I should sound the siren? No... No way?
Of course, Callum didn't sound the siren in the end, otherwise they might have been in the New York Times, but in the end nothing .
Amidst the chaos and hustle, I can finally relax for a moment.
