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Chapter 39: Help, Please! Someone is Going to Kill Me!
Michael obtained the initial police report concerning the case from the officer in charge. It was the report filed by Lynch regarding a break-in at his flat. The document contained not only Lynch's address and the reason for the report but also some on-site records.
It must be said that the Federal Tax Bureau was quite an influential department. Michael had only paid a favor to get access to this report. Not only did he get to see this document, but he also saw crucial evidence that should have been sealed—namely, a gold ring with an inscription.
Michael swore by his old father that he had never seen that ring before, let alone taken it from Lynch's room.
The ring was worth at most a couple of hundred bucks. He had no reason to risk his neck for such a small amount of money. Yet, it not only showed up in his "territory" but was also found by Michael Junior and led to his arrest at the scene of selling stolen goods.
How could this fool, who didn't even know the proper way to dispose of stolen goods, possibly have stolen that ring?
So, Michael became even more certain that the essence of the case was framing and setting him up. He immediately went to find Lynch.
He intended to have a good talk with Lynch, but when he saw the guy, an inexplicable rage ignited within him, nearly shattering his rationality.
This was the fourth time he had gotten into trouble because of the same person within a month. This was a first in Michael's life. It not only made him angry but also frightened him.
His temper and character were extremely vile, yet he still managed to be noticed by his superiors—not because he was "evil" enough, but due to his capabilities. Despite numerous flaws, he was undoubtedly a competent investigator.
And yet, this proud man had been defeated by a kid who hadn't even gained much recognition yet. Oh no, Lynch had already gained notoriety. It's just that he himself wasn't aware of it—“The Lynch Method” was a grey process recognized by more than ten federal departments like the Federal Tax Bureau, Federal Police Bureau, Federal Investigation Bureau, Federal Homeland Security Bureau, and more.
It was more sophisticated than the tricks played by others before, more secretive, harder to control, faster, more harmful, and harder to eradicate.
It was definitely more than just exchanging coins—a variety of options were available at Mr. Fox's laundry store, thanks to Lynch's suggestions. The place had transformed, offering at least dozens of categorized options based on clothing types, quantities, detergents, fragrances, spin-drying or tumble-drying, and numerous other selections. Washing one piece of clothing could cost several tens of bucks, and with manual intervention, it could be even more expensive.
Regardless of how they managed to provide such complex options with a non-customized washing machine and whether the clothes would be damaged, they had achieved it. They resolved certain drawbacks without violating any laws, making their laundering operation faster and faster.
In a way, Lynch was also a talent, albeit an odd one.
Facing this guy again, Michael couldn't restrain his violent temper. This time, he didn't back down. He glared fiercely at Lynch. "Tell me the truth and what happened. Otherwise, you won't have a good night."
Lynch chuckled. Michael punched him in the upper abdomen, just like last time. The impact caused spasms in the area where Lynch's lower abdomen met his chest. He bent over slightly, taking deep breaths to ease the convulsions.
He spat out a mouthful of saliva, his gaping mouth now filled with saliva due to the diaphragm spasms causing nausea.
"You better speak up, don't push me!" Michael's eyes reddened.
His son was about to go to jail, and his entire life would be ruined because of this. No government agency would hire someone with a history of burglary. Some large corporations or conglomerates wouldn't employ someone with such a tainted record. He would be stuck at the bottom for the rest of his life.
His wife had also been severely traumatized. He learned some more detailed events from his wife and the doctor—how she had been humiliated, assaulted, and almost violated by the News Head.
Michael found it hard to imagine how his cherished wife endured all of this and how she remained so resilient.
Everything in his life had been ruined by a certain individual!
The smile vanished from Lynch's face as spasms of pain continued to wrack his body. He maintained heavy breathing to ease the agony and his voice altered slightly when he spoke.
"You can kill me. They might cover up your minor faults, but they won't condone and conceal your attempted murder," he sneered slightly, which only aggravated Michael.
Michael punched Lynch's abdomen again, causing him to lean against the wall due to the pain. "Where is the News Head? Were you together that night?"
Lynch was stunned for a moment. He had watched the News Head lying dead on the road leading out of the city. He even thought that someone might have alerted the authorities. But Michael was still unaware that the News Head had died. Did it imply that something else had happened?
Lynch guessed correctly. In reality, not many people were willing to invite trouble, especially in such an obvious murder case. With the extensive bloodstains and the thoroughly plundered body, no one would risk becoming a police target for someone else's crime.
As for leaving the corpse exposed in the wilderness, it wouldn’t get to that point. In fact, at this moment, the News Head's body was inside a classroom at the Sabin Medical College.
Someone had discovered his body and, without fear of trouble, sold it to the Sebin City Medical College for research purposes at a price of 1,500 bucks.
Eighty-seven percent of the people in Baylor Federation firmly believed in the existence of God and that there was an afterlife following death. As for the remaining thirteen percent, although they didn't adhere to the concept of God, they had faith in other beliefs.
These various beliefs shared somewhat similar doctrines and principles. While they may have different reasons for advocating traditional burial practices, their ultimate goal remained the same - to rest in peace within the earth before ascending to their respective ideal realms.
Under these circumstances, obtaining fresh bodies for medical research was quite challenging. Sometimes, a teaching aid could be used for several years without replacement—not because the medical college lacked the funds, but because they couldn't find any, which in turn encouraged the birth of another profession that once had a heyday but soon vanished into obscurity.
This also resulted in the death of 'the News Head' not being officially listed in the federal death notifications. In other words, as far as law enforcement agencies like the Sabin City Police Department were concerned, the News Head had gone into hiding.
At this point, neither Lynch nor Michael was aware of these details.
Lynch's silence further fueled Michael's rage. He was about to strike again when unexpectedly, Lynch cried out for help.
The sudden shout for help disturbed the patrons downstairs in the small bar. It was already nighttime, and the bar was filled with defiant drinkers and troublemakers.
The shout of Lynch not only didn't scare them but piqued their interests.
What surprised Michael even more was that not only did Lynch shout for help, but he even grabbed hold of him, refusing to let go of him.
Hearing a series of footsteps coming up the stairs and the distant sound of police sirens, Michael was taken aback!
He had never had an experience like this before. Whether it was the News Head or anyone else, his level of aggression was always much more severe than what he did to Lynch; he once beat the News Head to the point that he spat blood.
They had all silently endured, and no one had ever shouted for help like Lynch.
In fact, he had a cognitive barrier; he always felt that Lynch and others were all the same, all criminals. They didn't dare to call the police, let alone cry for help. However, he overestimated his judgment and underestimated Lynch's decisiveness.
Shortly after, Lynch was taken to the hospital, while he was put into a police car and transported to the police station, his face dark and gloomy.
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