A blonde woman in a white coat walked over. "Hello, I'm Gina, legal medical expert of the Greater Los Angeles Area."
"Hello. How can I help you?"
After they shook hands, Gina said, "I heard you'd interacted with the victim and killer. Is that true?"
"I helped them check in. I was helping the motel owner watch the place."
"Is this the killer?" Gina showed him a woman's picture on her phone.
"The hair color doesn't seem right. I remember she was a brunette. The person in the picture is blonde."
It was hard for Chen Zhao to remember foreigners that didn't leave a deep impression. People always found it hard to distinguish between foreign strangers.
Back then, Chen Zhao didn't look at the woman's face carefully either. He'd just glanced over. Her body had left a deep impression though.
However, the woman and the victim's interactions had been very intimate and she didn't reveal her face directly. Chen Zhao hadn't paid attention at the time, but thinking back now, the woman might have done it on purpose.
Judging from their postures, they seemed intimate, but the victim had actually been holding a gun to the woman. That was why they were tangled together. They were actually moving as one person threatening the other.
This was why Chen Zhao had found them strange.
Gina looked around and pulled Chen Zhao to the side with a smile, which appeared to be avoiding the other policemen.
"Sir, can you notify me as soon as you have any other evidence?"
"Okay. If I think of anything, I'll notify the police as soon as possible."
"No, you don't understand. What I mean is, notify only me."
"I'm sorry, miss. I don't understand the difference. Plus…you seem to be a coroner. Do American coroners have to solve cases for their performance evaluation?"
"Chen, I heard that you're a freelance doctor, right?"
"I'm unemployed." Chen Zhao obviously wouldn't admit it to someone he wasn't familiar with.
"I can give you compensation. Plus, I have some connections and can give you more clients."
"Thanks, but I think my lifestyle now is pretty good."
"Ha… It's nice meeting you. Come have a drink with me if you have time. I know a pretty good bar."
"Okay, I'd love to join you if I have time."
Chen Zhao didn't understand what was with this woman, but she seemed to care a lot about this case.
In reality, coroners rarely got involved with the main part of solving a case. Even if they did, they would only give some suggestions for reference. This was the case in both China and America.
Gina's enthusiasm and both subtly and directly bribing Chen Zhao made him cautious. He definitely didn't think he was hot enough for this blonde babe to throw herself at him.
Due to his special career, Chen Zhao thought it would be best to stay away from Gina.
He was kept at the scene and people asked him questions one after another. He was tossed about for more than an hour and was finally freed when the police lifted the body away.
Woof—
"What's with that Soulbringer? Human, did you summon a new demon behind my back again? Are the smelly bug and I not enough to satisfy you? Ow!"
"Who are you calling a smelly bug?" Raymond bit Beelzebub in anger.
"Let me introduce him to you. The Soulbringer, Blackie, is different from you two."
"How different?"
"You two are my followers. He's my partner. Does this make sense?"
"Human, you'll go to Hell one day. At that time, I'll show you how terrifying Hell is."
"Can I take their souls away? I've always wanted to collect some demon souls."
Demons seemed to always be fighting. Even though Blackie didn't belong to the same system, he was hostile to Beelzebub and Raymond.
"Soulbringer, do you dare me to wipe out your race?" Raymond threatened.
"Soulbringer, do you like sh*t flavored chocolate or chocolate flavored sh*t?" Beelzebub said without backing down. "I can satisfy your sense of smell for a long time."
In reality, these two were only a bit higher up than pets in the human world. They were the type that even someone as weak as Chen Zhao could squash.
As for Blackie, he was the Grim Reaper! This sounded cool, but after getting to know him, one would learn that he was the weakest of them all.
He couldn't interact with the human world actively. He couldn't even drink a cocktail. He could only talk to someone who could see him, like Chen Zhao.
As for Beelzebub and Raymond who had substantial bodies, they just liked to talk.
Chen Zhao realized that the first time he summoned a demon was like a horror movie. The second time, when the two demons were put together, it became a comedy. When three demons were together, it became a farce.
The three demons were all talking kings of their territory. The three weaklings could only talk; they couldn't fight.
Chen Zhao had wanted to see a battle of demons, but clearly the result disappointed him.
Just then, Chen Zhao got a call from Ethan.
"Ethan, you're still not back? You have a murder in your motel and you're still in the mood to play around?"
"Listen, Chen. There's a huge gig. Get ready. The address is in Beverly Hills."
Beverly Hills was where the rich and famous all lived. Those who could live there didn't lack any money.
"What's the price?"
"Ten thousand dollars."
"Give me the address now."
After hanging up, Chen Zhao called Vincent. "If you can get to the motel within ten minutes, I'll give you a hundred."
You could do whatever you wanted with money!
Vincent was downstairs a short while later.
"Hi, Vincent. Why do you look so sad?
"I got a hundred-dollar fine for speeding."
"What do I always tell you? Be careful when you drive and don't break any rules. You don't listen."
"Can you reimburse my fine?"
"Take responsibility for your own mistakes. Don't rely on people helping you."
"You know I used to work at a company?" Vincent suddenly changed the topic.
"What are you trying to say?"
"I got fired because of a traffic jam."
"And?"
"If you don't reimburse this fine, I'll give you a taste of how bad the LA traffic is like."
"You win."