Racial discrimination?

Not only was the grass growing more lush, but its shape was too attention-grabbing.

It clearly resembled the shape of an adult lying down.

With Locke's understanding of corpses, he instantly concluded that beneath this lush grass lay a body.

"Yes, got it..." Locke turned his head and saw that the firefighter with a birthmark at the corner of his eye had already caught the white cat.

Even though it was caught in the net, the white cat still clung tightly to the mouse, emitting fierce growls from its mouth, obviously extremely angry at being disturbed while eating.

"Thank you for your help, I'm Maya Grant..." Locke looked at the friendly smiling African-American female firefighter in front of him, feeling a bit bewildered. What help did I provide?

But upon seeing the burning desire in her eyes and the intentionally lowered zipper of her green uniform, revealing a black vest and deep cleavage, he instantly understood.

Damn, this irresistible charm!

Locke took a step back, smiled apologetically at the African-American female firefighter, and extended his hand. "Locke Lee, thank you for your assistance..."

Maya Grant immediately understood, her expression changed abruptly, shrugged, and turned to walk towards the ladder platform, showing no intention of brushing Locke off.

A proud and indignant look, as if a hookup failed, turned into anger.

Fortunately, the male firefighter was very gentlemanly. He stepped forward, bent over, and shook hands with Locke. "Oliver Stark, thank you for your help..."

Seeing Locke standing still, puzzled, he asked, "Officer, aren't you coming down with us?"

Locke waved to David downstairs, "Oliver, please have my colleague brought up. Thank you!"

Although Oliver Stark didn't understand why Locke did this, he still instructed Maya Grant to lower the platform and bring David up.

Maya Grant looked displeased as she glanced at Locke, muttering something under her breath before lowering the platform.

Locke felt speechless. He really didn't discriminate against this race. He got along well with Will's black colleagues. But the average quality of this race was indeed lower than normal.

Oliver Stark said awkwardly, "Actually, Maya is a good person, just too enthusiastic..."

Locke shrugged, not knowing how to respond.

Soon, David was brought up. Oliver Stark hurried to the edge of the roof to help him up and handed over the animal net and the cat.

David walked carefully on the roof, grumbling, "Damn, didn't we catch the cat already? Why call me up here?"

When he approached Locke, he turned his head to look and saw that Maya Grant was already operating the platform to lower the cat. He then quietly asked, "Why did that African-American firefighter complain about you for racial discrimination?"

Locke was about to explain the situation with the backyard grass when he suddenly froze, feeling the situation was absurd.

Damn, how does this logic work? Not doing her is discrimination?

He sighed, "Let's talk about it later..."

David interrupted him, "Kid, this is a serious accusation. You'd better go back and make a record with Captain Jones..."

"Okay, I know what to do!"

Locke felt helpless. This was a totally groundless accusation!

He turned to Oliver Stark on the other side and said, "Oliver, if necessary, could you testify for me?"

Oliver Stark had an impulse to jump off the roof. This was too embarrassing. He reluctantly replied, "Okay, no problem. I'll answer truthfully..."

Locke didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore. Without waiting for David to speak again, he pointed to the grass in the backyard. "David, take a look over there..."

Although the backyard was already overgrown with weeds, that particular strip of grass was obviously fertilized, and the weeds grew exceptionally lush, higher than usual.

David had to swallow the words on his lips and followed Locke's pointing direction. His expression changed instantly, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked, "What do you think could be there?"

Locke replied, "I'm not sure, that's why I called you up to take a look!"

Oliver Stark stared at the grass in a daze, unable to speak. He murmured, "Could there be a body buried underneath?"

David immediately opened the radio, "7ada15, Park Street No. 34, we need backup..."

Half an hour later, Locke and Nathan were digging in the backyard with shovels. Since it was still a suspicion, David only requested backup with a patrol car.

Nathan used to run a construction company, so he was skilled with the shovel. However, he was not a construction worker, and he was getting older, so he soon became out of breath.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he asked, "Could there really be a body buried here?"

Locke was also good at using a shovel. The job of a janitor was comprehensive, involving not only cleaning the scene and fabricating evidence but also disposing of corpses and covering up traces of death. Digging holes was basic skill.

But he had to pretend not to know and kept slacking off. He replied, "We'll find out soon..."

In fact, he could almost confirm that there was a body underneath by looking at the dug-up soil. The soil soaked with corpse water was different. This logic was similar to Chinese tomb robbers digging for graves.

The body was not buried very deep. After clearing the grass, it was less than 30 centimeters deep, and soon clothes and a section of white bones were visible.

Nathan was startled, exclaiming, "There really is a body!"

Seeing the body, Locke immediately threw the shovel aside. The next task belonged to the forensics team.

Nathan looked at the bones in horror and asked, "What do we do now?"

Locke, amused by this guy, replied, "Of course, inform Captain Mona!"

Soon, the detective team from Willshire Police Station took over the case. The forensics, medical examiner, and trace inspection teams all arrived. Locke and the other patrol officers became peripheral helpers.

Meanwhile, Nancy the old lady was also taken into custody as the primary suspect.

Willshire Police Station.

After working overtime for two hours, Locke and David were finally able to return to the police station. After locking up their guns and changing their clothes, they were ready to leave. Reporting the complaint of the female firefighter accusing him of racial discrimination was pushed to tomorrow.

But before they could leave the police station, Locke suddenly received a call from Anna Davis. "Captain..."

A few minutes later, after hanging up the phone, Locke turned to David and said, "Nancy the old lady wants us to make a statement before she speaks..."

It turned out that since the discovery of the body in the backyard, no matter how the detectives questioned her, Nancy remained silent about the body in the backyard until the medical examiner quickly confirmed the identity of the body's owner.

But Nancy also made a request, which she only disclosed to Locke and David.

Anna Davis had just called Locke to understand how Locke had interacted with Nancy.

Outside the interrogation room, two detectives from the police station, Edmund and Theresa, looked at David and Locke in plain clothes, feeling a bit embarrassed. "David, Locke, we need your assistance..."

The Chief, Anna Davis, and the head of the patrol department, Captain Jones, were also present.

Captain Jones smiled at the two of them. "Well done, guys!"

Anna Davis said to David, "David, you'll lead the interrogation, as Locke lacks experience..."

Through the observation mirror, Locke saw Nancy the old lady holding the white cat. Obviously, this was also one of her requests.

Nancy the old lady continued to stroke the cat elegantly, showing no signs of panic, as if she were still sitting on her sofa at home.

Locke suddenly felt this scene was familiar, as if he had seen it in a movie.

He was even more puzzled as to why she requested David and him to conduct the interrogation.