American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 24 Some Butterfly Effects

After examining the scene, the two left without lingering, handed the scene over to the forensic doctor, and then left the apartment together.

Downstairs, they ran into Luca, who had just driven up.

After a brief exchange, Luca, who had learned what had happened, frowned. "Officer Somerset, was the deceased upstairs killed by 'pride'?"

William nodded. "Yes."

Luca's gaze gradually turned to surprise.

This doesn't fit the original plot; the butterfly effect has occurred.

Luca remembers that the second person to die in the original story died because of "greed," and that he was a lawyer who took bribes to represent criminals and rapists.

But now "pride" has appeared ahead of schedule.

The butterfly effect makes some things uncontrollable.

William keenly noticed Luca's expression. "Greco, did you find any clues in the Bronx?"

Luca shook his head.

He is currently investigating with Lyon and will find them soon, but the killer is also moving quickly.

David, eager to solve the case, invited Luca, "Would you like to come upstairs with me? You're very observant and can find other clues, right?"

He really thought Luca was a detective.

"Do not bother."

Lucas pondered and analyzed, "'The appearance of the proud' victim proves that my idea was correct. The murderer killed through the seven deadly sins, and he also arranged the murder in a way that was quite religious in nature. Officers, do you think the murderer would be a Catholic?"

He tried to directly interfere with and guide the direction of the two's investigation, "or rather, where would the murderer have learned about these seven deadly sins? He was also familiar with the words in Paradise Lost, which shows that he had read a lot of related books, and perhaps books like The Divine Comedy and Dante's Inferno."

David frowned and said, "The murderer is clearly a cruel madman. Even if he has read so many books, it doesn't prove that he is cultured."

"etc."

A flash of inspiration struck William, and he pointed at Luca, saying, "You've given me an idea! Yes, we can use these related books to find out the killer's identity. Bookstore purchase records and library borrowing records, Mills, go check now and see which bookstores in New York are selling these related books. I'll go to the library to check the borrowing records!"

Luca was relieved; if he could find the information through the library, he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of checking each person with Lyon one by one.

David and William immediately split up and began their investigation.

Luca chose to go to the library with William.

Even if the butterfly effect is strong, surely the murderer's records of borrowing books from the library shouldn't have disappeared?

Shortly after, outside the library.

Luca and William walked through the gate together.

William looked at the young man beside him, and his mind immediately went to the man's nickname and the things he had done in Little Italy.

“Greco, there’s something I’ve always been curious about,” William said, puzzled. “You’re so passionate about peace, so why don’t you leave the Mafia? If you want to do charity work, you can always do it under a different identity.”

Luca said with a smile, "If I didn't have a family connection, do you think those gangs would still listen to me?"

William choked for a moment. Indeed, sometimes the deterrent power of a family is stronger than that of the police. The police cannot kill people arbitrarily within the rules, even if they are criminals. The core of their work is to arrest and convict them, and let the law judge them.

But some families that have connections in both the legal and illegal worlds don't have so many scruples; if they say they'll kill your whole family, they'll kill your whole family.

The decline in crime and resident complaints in Little Italy is an undeniable fact.

Although this result is somewhat absurd.

"Last time in Times Square, you helped the police, and this time you've taken the initiative to help us again. And Little Italy, because of you, the crime rate has dropped significantly. I admire everything you've done. Greco, you're unlike any other gangster I've ever met."

"This is the first time I've ever heard a police officer praise me. Oh, thank you, I'm so flattered."

"You've been advocating for peace, so do you believe the world will eventually become peaceful?"

William stared at Luca's face. He hadn't forgotten that before Luca declared his love for peace during the interview, he had made a lot of sarcastic remarks. Faced with William's question, Luca thought for a moment and asked in return, "That depends on what kind of peace you hope for, Officer Somerset. A thousand years ago, philosophers proposed the seven deadly sins. Do you think there will be a day in the future when humanity no longer has these deadly sins? At that time, you police officers will be out of a job."

William was slightly taken aback, unsure how to respond.

He understood what Luca meant.

A person without the seven deadly sins is a saint who does not yet exist. Ethics, morality, and legal rules can only restrain, not eradicate evil at its root, so conflicts between humans will never cease.

The elderly Black detective stood in front of the bookshelf for a long time, then chuckled and shook his head.

Some things in this world are too contradictory, yet perfectly reasonable.

For example, war and peace.

For example, how the hell did the words "Mafia" and "Peace Ambassador" end up together?

While Luca and William were checking the borrowing records at the library, in a villa on Long Island, a man covered in blood lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, staring in terror at the bald man in front of him.

Joe Doe calmly wrote a word on the floor next to him with the man's blood.

Greed.

greedy.

"Over the past few years, you have used your superb rhetoric to conceal the truth, deceive clients into buying junk stocks, and make huge profits from it."

"When you sit in the most luxurious hotel on Wall Street, drinking the finest wine, have you ever thought about those you have deceived?"

"You have committed the original sin of greed."

Joe crouched down in front of the man and forcefully plunged the dagger into his throat. "In this filthy world, your crimes are unforgivable."

The man coughed up blood bubbles, his body convulsed and spasmed, and his struggles gradually weakened.

Joe then cut open his artery, "releasing" the blood.

If you greedily plunder wealth, then let all the filthy blood in your body flow out.
Only in this way can there be a sense of ritual.

After doing all this, Joe drew a large cross on his chest and shoulders.

Go to hell, you greedy people.

Blood stained the exquisite wool carpet. Joe got up and wandered around the room before picking up a photograph from the bookshelf.

This is a group photo, including a picture of a group of partners at the company's opening ceremony.

The person who just died was one of them.

Joe smiled coldly. In his view, these people had not only committed the sin of greed, but also the sins of lust and pride.

The stench of evil emanating from these wolves of Wall Street, who devour people without shedding blood, could be smelled from hundreds of meters away.

Now it begins; he will execute the rest one by one.

Those who commit the seven deadly sins are unforgivable.

Like that disgusting fat man who can't even stand up, if you saw him while eating, you would definitely be too disgusted to eat.

That female celebrity, though beautiful on the outside, was so ugly on the inside that she couldn't live without her looks.

Ha, I gave her a chance to live, but she chose to die.

And then there's this pack of bloodsucking Wall Street wolves.

None of these people should exist in this world.

A sickly smile slowly crept onto Qiao's lips:

“I had no choice; I was chosen by God.”

(End of this chapter)