Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Perhaps it was because his physique had improved.

In the afternoon, Brian had regained his ability to move and had also remembered the events of yesterday.

This explosion had become an assessment topic for Group Six.

It involved joining NW.

Brian didn't dare delay.

He ignored the doctor's advice and proceeded to discharge himself.

Seeing his determination, the hospital could only call his emergency contact to come pick him up.

To Brian's surprise,

the person who came was Team Leader Susan.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Susan pulled out a slender cigarette and put it in her mouth, "Sorry, I haven't slept all day. I need a cigarette to stay awake. Actually, I haven't touched these for a long time, but this sudden case has really stressed me out."

Brian didn't care about Susan smoking at all.

He directly asked about the case, "What's the situation now?"

Susan lit her slim lady's cigarette, took a deep inhale, then said somewhat despondently:

"This explosion resulted in two fatalities and thirteen injuries.

One of the deceased

was a customer waiting to pick up her meal.

She was unlucky. Cutlery propelled by the blast wave pierced her eye, killing her instantly.

The other deceased was the owner of the food truck.

He was burned all over his body.

Despite the doctors' best efforts to save him, he passed away this noon."

Brian frowned, "What was the cause of the explosion?"

He had recovered his memory and remembered the man who had bumped into him, carrying the scent of triacetone triperoxide.

This was definitely a premeditated bombing!

Unfortunately, the explosion was too sudden.

He hadn't been able to identify the scent on the man in time.

Otherwise, this case would be much simpler.

Susan shook her head:

"It's still under investigation.

The entire food truck was burned down to its frame.

Later, the firefighters and ambulances arrived, and they almost completely destroyed any evidence at the scene.

However, Ivan found some physical evidence at the site yesterday.

He believes this was a premeditated act of explosive murder.

As for the details,

we are still waiting for the lab results from the Forensics Bureau.

As for whether they have found anything today,

I am not sure either.

I was by the food truck owner's side all day.

Unfortunately, he didn't make it."

Brian nodded.

Ivan truly was an experienced detective; he certainly had a knack for these sorts of things.

Since there wasn't an official office yet,

currently, Group Six was temporarily using this newly cleaned-up floor for their office.

Regarding the bodies from the explosion, they were sent to the police station's temporary morgue.

Originally, Susan had planned to request outside help.

Now that Brian had been discharged,

the task of conducting autopsies naturally fell to him.

The police station's temporary morgue was located underground, an area also used for storing evidence and other materials.

When Brian and Susan arrived,

Ivan, Glenn, and old Hardenn were circling around the remains of a twisted, C-shaped skeleton of the food truck.

From the mere skeleton of the food truck, one could tell the fire was very intense.

"Guys, found anything?"

Although Brian had never dealt with cases before, he had spent over two years in the Forensic Bureau and was knowledgeable enough not to be intimidated.

There was no way around it,

whether it was the Forensic Bureau or the Detective Bureau.

You could be inexperienced, but you couldn't be cowardly.

You had to make your voice heard, or even if you weren't inexperienced, you would be looked down upon.

The strong man, Ivan, nodded his head and pointed to the bent side of the vehicle frame: "From the damage to the vehicle, the initial explosion originated from this position at the back of the car, where the portable gas tanks were located."

Upon hearing this, Susan's attractive eyebrows furrowed: "Ivan, are you saying that this was an accident?"

Ivan hadn't expected Team Leader Susan to be so inexperienced.

He had no choice but to point to the vehicle frame, which was completely tilted to the left, and explain:

"Team leader, if it was a gas tank explosion, then the food truck's frame should have expanded outward. The frame should bend from inside to outside, not collapse completely towards the service window. This means that at the moment of the explosion, the blast wave was directed towards the service window."

Susan seemed thoughtful, then turned to Brian beside her, "Did you understand that?"

Brian looked at Susan, who was trying desperately to appear calm, and nodded: "What Ivan means is that someone used explosives at the back of the food truck, causing the gas tanks inside to explode, and that led to the extensive damage."

Ivan nodded: "Yes, we have found something else."

He looked towards his old partner, Glenn.

Glenn, wearing gloves, picked up a slightly charred plastic shard and explained:

"This is a piece of a bottle that Ivan and I collected from the scene.

Normally, this plastic would have ignited.

But there was a lot remaining on site.

This indicates that its original form first bore the brunt of the explosion. Most of the shards were blown out of the reach of the flames and were preserved."

Susan: ...

She really didn't understand.

Couldn't they simplify the explanation?

This time, Susan didn't bother speaking and instead turned directly to Brian, the capable interpreter beside her.

Brian shrugged his shoulders and said to Glenn, "Buddy, are you saying that someone filled a plastic bottle with explosives, and then detonated it?"

Glenn nodded:

"Yes.

Although the substances found on these plastic shards haven't been analyzed yet.

The forensic department hasn't returned the results.

But Ivan and I are certain this was a man-made explosion.

The process was likely that the perpetrator detonated the homemade explosives first, which then ignited the gas tanks inside the vehicle, leading to the massive explosion."

A professional reveals their skills immediately.

Ivan and Glenn indeed had their expertise.

Old Hardenn, unwilling to be outdone, spoke up:

"After Ivan and the others confirmed this was a homicide, I had all the collected plastic shards numbered and photographed in 3D, and sent them to the technical department.

Thanks to the 3D imaging technology.

I estimate that by tomorrow at the latest, we will have the appearance of the bottle that held the explosives."

The oldest man also inadvertently demonstrated his worth.

...

"Alright, if there are no other findings, I'll go check on the body now."

Brian knew it was his time to step in.

It was everyone's first time working together.

Without some substance,

speaking up later won't carry weight.

"Actually, there's another thing that I've found quite strange, and I brought it back yesterday," Ivan said, rummaging through a pile of miscellaneous items behind him and finding a palm-sized to-go box lid with burn marks.

The inside of the lid bore an indistinct row of letters.

Below the letters, there were three numbers: 229.

Susan, who had not engaged in the conversation so far, yawned and looked at the to-go box lid, puzzled: "Isn't this just a regular takeout box lid?"

"It's different," Brian said, perking up as soon as he saw the numbers. "Team Leader Susan, you probably rarely order takeout. With this kind of fast food delivery, to prevent delivery mix-ups, they write the address on the surface of the lid, but no one writes the address on the back."

Solving cases, he was clueless.

But when it came to this stuff,

Sorry,

this was his area of expertise!

As soon as Brian saw the numbers on that lid, he knew what it was!

Dammit,

everyone step aside.

It's time for me to show off!