American forensics, but the gourmet system

Russell spent five minutes trying to convince Clarkson that Clarkson was just a mischievous beagle, not a demon like Cerberus.

However, judging from Clarkson's attitude, even if Kawhi Leonard really is Cerberus, he would still keep raising him.

They might also search online for proper feeding guidelines for Cerberus.

While Russell was trying to persuade Clarkson, Aina had already eaten half a plate of stir-fried green peppers and pork, disregarding her ladylike image.

Perhaps it was because Director Hunter had spoken to him, or perhaps the farm owner knew Russell's identity, but when Russell asked to borrow the farm's kitchen utensils and ingredients, the chef readily agreed.

Russell didn't ask any further questions; as long as he could get something for free, it was a good thing.

It would be even better if I could stay for free for a period of time.

……

After dinner, Russell and Aina returned to their room.

Russell took the laptop he had borrowed from Chief Hunter and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. He then sat on the floor, ready to begin writing the forensic report for the Simmons murder case.

Meanwhile, Aina was curled up on the sofa playing her Switch.

Her long, slender, fair legs were crossed, like a magnet, always drawing Russell's eyes towards them.

Russell had finally calmed down and had only written a few words when Dr. Beckman called to congratulate him on solving a murder case in less than 24 hours.

Dr. Beckman then reassured Russell not to rush, and to wait until the new resident medical examiner for Ulster County took office before returning to New York, as he had already applied for an extension of Russell's travel allowance.

After hanging up with Dr. Beckman, Russell also discovered that the $30,000 reward for solving the long-standing broken leg case had actually been deposited into his account.

After deducting taxes, the bounty deposited into Russell's account was $24645.3...

Tsk, so much tax to pay...

However, with the savings Russell had accumulated before, his total savings have now officially exceeded $2.5.

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Once his salary arrives this month, his savings will briefly exceed $30,000.

Moreover, Dr. Beckman applied for a travel allowance of $340 per day for Russell, which included subsidies for food, lodging, transportation, and so on.

Russell decided to find time to talk to Aina about the cost of the trip.

Even if Aina doesn't need to split the bill with him, she should at least make her stance clear.

Even if he were to be a kept man, Russell would do it with attitude, style, and integrity.

After putting down his phone, Russell happily began writing the forensic report, which took him several hours to complete.

Just as Russell was writing his report with great enthusiasm, his phone rang again.

"Good evening, Dr. Smith," Russell answered the phone. "Have the DNA matching results for those bones come back?"

"Not yet..." Dr. Smith's voice was ethereal and distant, and Russell could almost see his deep dark circles under his eyes through the phone.

Dr. Smith coughed twice and continued:

"I've been working on DNA for a serial burglary and rape case all day. That damn forensic investigator brought an entire mattress to the lab... I just want to ask you, are those bones you sent really that urgent? If they are, I'll work a little longer..."

"No rush, no rush... You should go home and rest early, Dr. Smith," Russell said quickly.

He glanced at the time; it was already 9:30 PM. Judging from Dr. Smith's condition on the phone, if he didn't rest soon, he might die a glorious death on duty...

Anyway, that half-arm has already been in the wild for more than ten months, so it's no big deal to hold on for another day or two.

"Alright then." Dr. Smith sighed. "Actually, it doesn't really matter whether I go home or not... I left work a little early the other day and found a strange man in my house. My wife said he was a plumber. I beat him up, but he immediately went to the police station and got a restraining order, preventing me from getting close to him without a valid reason... That's all, Dr. Russell."

After hanging up the phone, Russell seemed to see a thick green light emerge from the phone.

At the same time, Russell couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Dr. Smith.

America! Look what you've done!

Is this how you treat your dedicated citizens?

However, Dr. Smith's condition was rather dangerous, and Russell didn't want the first body he would dissect upon returning to Brooklyn to be Dr. Smith's wife...

Even if it were her, it wouldn't matter, as long as it wasn't Dr. Smith who killed her.

Russell closed his laptop as he devised a plan to exonerate Dr. Smith, who had murdered his wife.

"Have you finished writing the report?" Aina patted the sofa, moved to the side, and looked at Russell with bright eyes. "Let's play 'Two-Player'... I've watched a lot of videos of bloggers playing that game, it's quite fun."

Russell immediately sat down on the sofa; the cushions were still warm and cozy.

However, the game content isn't so heartwarming; it's rather gloomy when you play it.

……

The next day.

Russell spent the entire morning writing reports. Around noon, news came from Monroe that the interrogation of the murderer, Fabian, was basically over, and the district attorney had signed an arrest warrant. The next step was to transfer him to a detention center to await trial.

The Ulster County Sheriff's Office conducted the interrogation quickly, presumably taking the murder case very seriously.

This is not surprising, given the special nature of the victim's identity. The police officers handling the case had some working contact with Dr. Simmons, so they naturally paid more attention than usual.

The murderer, Fabian, was clearly acting on impulse, committing a crime of passion, and was a first-time offender. According to past precedents in New York State, he will likely be sentenced to around 20 years in prison.

Although Russell was not entirely satisfied that a murderer only served twenty years in prison, he was just a forensic pathologist and could at most testify in court as a witness. He had no say in the prisoner's sentence.

Thinking about this, Russell felt a little annoyed, and he typed louder on the keyboard.

Aina, who was scribbling and drawing nearby, seemed to notice Russell's frustration and put down her iPad.

"Hey, shall we go horseback riding this afternoon?"

After dinner yesterday, Mr. Clarkson took Little Ka back to New York, so there's no need to worry about not being able to take Little Ka with him on horseback.

Moreover, the DNA comparison results for the severed hand were not yet available, and Russell was not keen to rush Dr. Smith, so he still had plenty of time to write the forensic report on the Simmons murder case.

Adding to this, Dr. Beckman said he extended Russell's travel allowance, and people figured they might as well take advantage of capitalism.

Russell stopped typing and thought for a moment:

"Okay. But I have another question for you, Aina..."

"Oh?" Aina perked up slightly and sat up a little straighter. "What's the problem?"

Russell felt a little embarrassed, but this was a problem he would have to face sooner or later, and it wouldn't do to delay any longer if it wasn't resolved now.

Russell took a few seconds to mentally prepare himself and began to speak:

"Aina, I'd like to ask about the cost of your trip..."

"Ah...you're asking about that..." Aina laughed easily. "Actually, I didn't spend any money at all."

"Huh? Why?"

Russell was greatly puzzled.

Aina winked mischievously:

"Because the actual owner of this farm is my father."