Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 1 Cleaner (Please collect)
2000 5 Month 23 Day.

midnight.

New York, suburbs.

In a certain villa.

The girl lying on her side on the soft big bed has blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate features, a slender waist, plump hips and breasts, and skin as white as snow. The semi-transparent black gauze covers the girl's graceful figure from top to bottom.

Embedded in those huge eyes were a pair of azure blue pupils, and the girl was staring at the man in front of her intently.

Roy could tell at a glance that the girl was of Russian descent, a standard Slavic race. Judging from her elastic, smooth and bloodless face, the girl should be no more than 20 years old.

She was a corpse.

Roy put on protective gloves, knelt on one knee on the bed, and gently turned the girl's body so that she was lying flat.

He carefully examined every part of the body.

There are needle marks on the arm, probably because some chemical was injected.

There were varying degrees of bruises on the body, legs, and back, which easily indicated that the deceased had been beaten and abused.

Finally, Roy fixed his eyes on the neck of the corpse.

There was a heavy bruise there, with a deep pinch mark.

Roy made a preliminary judgment that the girl did not die from an overdose of chemical injection, but from mechanical asphyxiation.

He must have been strangled to death during the violent shock.

In the distance, the sound of sirens could be heard faintly.

He quickly looked for any remaining hair on the bed.

He collected all the hair that did not belong to the deceased into a small bottle, and then used tweezers to pick out some hair from another small bottle and scattered it on different locations on the bed.

After doing all this, Roy put on special glasses, took out an alcohol spray from the first aid medical kit he carried with him, and sprayed it evenly in the air.

The mist of alcohol fell evenly on the body, and Roy saw the fingerprints on the body through his glasses.

He took out a cleaning cloth and wiped off all the fingerprints on the body, then used the dead man's hand to press a few random places on the body.

Then, he took out the fingerprint mold from the medical bag and pressed it on the body and neck of the deceased. After doing this, Roy began to clean up the secrets.

Shrill sirens began to sound around the villa, and blue and red warning lights shone into the room through the windows.

Time is of the essence…

He quickly injected a tube of milky white liquid into the corpse.

After finishing everything, Roy got off the bed with his knees and quickly put all the tools and items he had just used back into the medical bag.

boom--

The main door of the villa was broken open by a hydraulic hammer.

"NYPD!!!"

The police officer's shouting came from downstairs.

……

Roy is a scavenger.

The so-called scavengers are also called cleaners. They are a type of people who walk in the dark and specialize in covering up criminal facts for others.

Roy is a leader in this profession, and none of the crime scenes he has handled has been solved.

This was also due to the fact that he had watched a lot of crime movies and read detective novels in his previous life.

That’s right, Roy is also a time traveler.

This parallel world is almost the same as his previous life.

It's just that the names of some countries are slightly different.

In his previous life, he was timid and ambitious, but he didn't like to study. He barely went to a third-rate university and was useless after graduation. Working in a factory? Even a dog wouldn't go. Working as a white-collar worker in a big company? No one wanted him.

I am temporarily living in an old house passed down from my ancestors and relying on my parents' support to prepare for the civil service exam. I usually like to watch long legs on Douyin and Japanese anime. If not, I read detective novels and follow American crime dramas. Arguing on the Internet is commonplace, and looking for seeds of happiness in QQ groups is an everyday occurrence.

This kind of life will not end until one day I die suddenly.

While floating, Roy turned into a baby wrapped in amniotic fluid.

Start over again with the memories of the past life.

That was definitely the perfect start.

In this life, he was born in the United States of America, which is known as the beacon of mankind.

There is a saying that goes well.

Free America, shootings every day.

He had heard gunshots while in his mother's womb.

After he was born, Roy knew his origins.

My father is of German descent, tall, with three-dimensional facial features and good looks. My mother is of Chinese descent, also very pretty.

The child of the two, he has inherited the excellent genes of his parents. The 23-year-old Roy has a high nose bridge, big eyes, clear features, sharp edges, and a height of 1 meters. His physical fitness is even better.

At the same time, Roy also has a younger sister who is five years younger than him. She has more mixed-race features than him and inherited the temperament of an oriental beauty from her mother. When she was a teenager, she was a little beauty in the eyes of her neighbors.

A good start.

Until he was about to graduate from college. When his parents and sister drove to attend his graduation ceremony, an accident happened. The car driven by his father had a car accident.

The accident resulted in two deaths and one injury. Roy's parents died on the spot, and his sister fell into a deep coma, barely maintaining her vital signs with the help of machines in the ICU.

However, what Roy could not accept was that the driver who caused the accident had not been caught yet, or rather, they had not caught him at all and were just perfunctorily doing it.

Since then, Roy has sold all the family property he could just to continue to support his sister's high medical expenses.

So he became a cleaner.

There's no way, he needs money.

He desperately needs money.

Without money you will die.

The more shady the job is, the more money one can make. One cleanup can earn between $1 and $5, depending on the difficulty and complexity of the job.

Except for this career that makes quick money.

Roy has another career.

Cleaner is only a part-time job.

……

"NYPD!!!"

There were more and more footsteps on the first floor of the villa.

Hearing the shout, Roy quickly left the bedroom.

A few seconds later, a big hand patted Roy on the shoulder:
"what happened?"

Roy turned around and saw Officer Jonathan's face.

He was about to speak.

Officer Jonathan adjusted the police badge on Roy's chest and said, "I've told you many times that the badge can't be crooked."

"I was patrolling here at night and found that the garage door downstairs was open, so I parked the police car on the side of the road and got out to check. During the inspection, I found that the garage door was pried open, so I shouted twice, but no one responded. I reported the situation here to the dispatch center, and then went into the house to search. After going upstairs, I saw this scene."

As he spoke, Roy cast his gaze into the bedroom.

When Jonathan entered the room, he frowned slightly and immediately ordered the scene to be blocked off.

Colleagues began to set up a cordon at the scene.

Roy followed Jonathan out of the villa.

Outside, more than a dozen police cars surrounded the villa.

Police officers on the scene began to be alert.

About half an hour later...

Three black Lincoln jeeps stopped outside the cordon.

Several white men in black suits got out of the car, and the middle-aged man in the lead came up to Jonathan:
"We, the FBI, have taken over this case."

Jonathan didn't say anything, but accepted it with pleasure. In the United States, the FBI has the authority to take over important local criminal cases.

Back to the Brooklyn precinct,

Roy began writing the report according to the normal process.

Jonathan handed the copy of the surveillance video outside the villa to the director.

Not long after,

Jonathan came to Roy's office:

"Commissioner Gordon is calling you."

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the director's office door.

"Come in!"

After entering, Roy closed the office door.

"sit down."

Roy sat down at his desk:
"Commissioner Gordon, this is my report."

Gordon Fury did not look at the report Roy handed over, but turned on the closed-circuit television with the remote control.

"This is the surveillance camera of the villa, take a look for yourself..."

　A few words about this book!
　　1. This book is not a mystery-solving story.

　　2. This book is about street gunfights, layout and counter-layout.

　　2. The protagonist is of German descent, not Chinese descent, and the protagonist’s full name is written after it.

　　3. Having a family member in the hospital makes the overall plot more reasonable and logical. This book is a refreshing novel, but not a brainless one.

　　4. The tax issue is in the plot and will be written later. There is nothing wrong with the doubts and questions. They are all holes I left and I will fill them.

　　5. This book is more of an everyday story, but it has a fast pace, plenty of laughs, a battle of wits and courage, decisive killing, and a dark side.

　　6. The author of the external site is not a rookie, so please read it slowly.

　　
　
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