IE: Chapter 67. Following J's Detective Work.

"N, J, you're calling us over here in the middle of the night, just because of this thing?" The logistics crew member looked at the alien corpse in the middle of the road, which could have fit in N's pickup truck.

"We're also still working in the middle of the night. Find out what planet he's from and let us know right away. I think he's connected to an alien smuggling ring we're investigating."

After the colleague left with the alien corpse, J returned to the car, "N, let's go along this road and see where it ends."

J felt that the alien appeared out of the ordinary, as if he was deliberately trying to get their attention. If that's the case, then going in the opposite direction could lead to a surprise.

"N, this time, let me, J, a veteran detective, take you on a ride-along. We're gonna get this done before that alien ship arrives."

"What's the exact address that Wu Yuan told you about? I think we should go there and wait, maybe we can find something." Noah thought that if this alien was really related to the smuggling ship, then finding the ship would lead them to the accomplices. If it's unrelated, it wouldn't be too late to find that guy's accomplices after dealing with the spaceship.

"The arrival point of the alien ship happens to be in that direction, Burlington County. Mr. Wu didn't know any more details of the location. We need to change the license plate and cover the M.I.B signs. Come on, let's go to Burlington County."

Noah pressed a button in the car, and the license plate suddenly flipped. The numbers on it changed, and the subtle signs to notify aliens that this was an M.I.B car disappeared. No alien would notice this was an M.I.B issued car.

It took nearly 2 hours of driving to reach Burlington County, and by now, it was late at night and the place was quiet.

"Hmm burger, sausage ... hehe, it's beautiful." J's head swayed a bit, as he mumbled in his sleep.

Noah squinted at J. 'You made me drive and you're fucking sleeping? That look on your face... You must be having a good dream!'

However, he was also a little hungry. He took some cookies, chocolate and Coke out of his system space. When he took the last sip of Coke and burped, J woke up.

"You went to buy drinks? And cookies? What about me?"

"What do you mean 'me'?"

"You ate something and didn't even think of buying me one? Man... I thought we were partners?"

"Oh, when I bought it, I asked you. You said you wanted a burger and sausages. Convenience stores don't have those. "Noah saw J's expression seem to freeze before he pulled out another box of cookies and coke from the storage box at his side.

"All right, all right. Here's your share. We are in Burlington County, Detective J. So, what's next?"

"Wait." J stuffed some cookies in his mouth, "In my experience, a bad night's sleep would affect work."

"Is this how you've handled cases before? I'd better go around a few times." Noah shook his head and continued to drive, but he also kept an eye on his Alien Radar.

As they drove around twice, he didn't see any red dots. 'Was this a mistake?'

"Stop, stop, there's a pub there. Let's go get a drink." At last we were able to find a place to rest a bit, J didn't want to stay in the car all night.

Noah had little interest in these types of pubs, but when he reached the entrance his nose twitched.

The Super Sense of Smell worked like a charm. This was the same scent of that dead alien from before!

"Oh ~~ Welcome to Moonlit Tavern. How about a large pint of our home brewed?" Seeing Noah, the bartender greeted them warmly.

Noah's nose twitched, not just smelling the alien's body, but the pub smelled of sweat, booze and some other odors.

J also learned to sniff around like Noah, "You've got some sausages here, don't you? Two orders of sausages, please."

"Hahahaha, you have a good nose. But sorry, it's not on the menu, it's a personal request from a friend." The bartender served two large glasses of beer, "We have some potato chips. Maybe you can try the buttered popcorn too."

"Mister ..."

"John, my friends call me John."

"John, the friend who ordered the sausages, does he ride a motorcycle? About this tall, very fair skinned and about 130 pounds."

"You know Sam? He's a great motorcycle racer. But don't think he's skinny, his body is full of muscle. He's at least 160 pounds!" John said with a smile.

Hearing Noah's description, J realized who Noah was talking about right away. Although he didn't know why Noah had asked John, because he noticed it, it was his turn to cooperate.

"It really is Sam, he's amazing on a motorcycle. He's arranged to meet us here for a race, though. Why isn't he here yet?"

"I don't know. He usually comes before 12 o'clock. It's already 3 o'clock in the morning. If he isn't back soon, he'll be late tomorrow. I hope that cruel boss doesn't fire him."

"Who is Sam working for and where does he live? Uh~~ I mean the two of us wanted to visit him and talk about the race. Maybe get a sponsor or something."

"I don't know. Sam never talks to me about work, I just know he's having a hard time there. Did you say you were going to invite Sam to race? Where is it?"

"New York, a small event with a lot of prize money." J said casually.

John's face instantly changed, "You're not friends of Sam's. What the hell do you want with Sam?"

"Hey, John, we're really friends of Sam's. I told you, we want him to join the race." J didn't understand, where did he go wrong?

"Sam said he'd never go to New York, he said he had a lot of personal problems there, so you're lying!" John said, as he bent down, to get the shotgun that was sitting under the counter.

Noah slipped on his sunglasses and J promptly did the same.

There was a brilliant flash of light and John's eyes turned dull.

"John, we're friends of Sam. He's in trouble and you've asked us to help. And you're about to treat me to some roast sausages." J quickly instilled new memories for John.

John's eyes were clear again, "You're here. Sam needs your help. He lives in Mercer County, you should be able to look for him there. The roasted sausages are on me."

"Really? Thanks! You're really Sam's good friend."

J took a sip of his beer, took a sausage and walked out of the pub with Noah. 'Mercer county? That's not too far from here.'

John looked at the shotgun on his counter. 'Why did I take the shotgun out? And why did I help Sam get help? What kind of trouble is Sam in and why can't I remember?'

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Resuming daily updates from tonight. Sorry for the delay. Health issues.