After the arrival of the Special Service Bureau, they first arranged for the Vice President to leave. An agent had already retrieved a first-aid kit from his car and given him an emergency treatment, of course, it was just preliminary treatment. Ideally, it would have been upon Jimmy's arrival that the agent would arrange for the Vice President to be immediately taken to the hospital, but there were only the agent and Jimmy at the scene, and Jimmy couldn't guarantee he wouldn't pull any stunts.

The Special Service Bureau began investigating the scene, and also commenced an interrogation of Jimmy. Jimmy's side was easier to explain, he had a taxi record, and he had been driving around Evanston for quite a while. When he arrived, the Vice President was not unconscious, clearly aware of when Jimmy had arrived, so after a brief interrogation, they concluded his part of the inquiry.

As for the other agent, it wasn't so simple. It was uncertain whether he and the Vice President had corroborated their testimonies. Although Jimmy didn't quite remember, this guy should be an Agent from the CIA, their own internal issues leading to the series of problems now. If they hadn't communicated well, and discrepancies appeared in their testimonies, that would be interesting.

Jimmy found Tom, who was busy at work: "Tom, do you still need me here?"

Tom looked at Jimmy: "What's up?"

Jimmy: "I mean, now that you are conducting the investigation, if there's nothing else, can I return to New York? I don't think I can be of any help here, right."

Tom frowned, looked at Jimmy, and glanced at the colleagues investigating around: "Wait a few more days. You can go back to the hotel and stay there, wait for notification."

Jimmy nodded: "OK, you have my number, call me anytime if needed."

Vice President Standuo was also plagued by misfortune. Not long after he took office, he was bombed in Little Rock. Now that he was about to leave office, he'd been kidnapped and shot. As the Vice President, a high-ranking successor, he really had a wealth of experiences.

Jimmy returned to the hotel to rest, and it seemed that he would not be leaving Chicago anytime soon. He might as well stay put in the hotel, as the Special Service Bureau could contact him at any moment; a similar situation had occurred in Little Rock before when he was repeatedly interrogated by the Special Service Bureau.

A week later, Jimmy was finally released. The Special Service Bureau's final report had not yet been issued, but people unrelated to the case could leave. Jimmy had just been a bystander all along, so after only two rounds of questioning, the Special Service Bureau let him go, and he eagerly bought a plane ticket to fly back to New York, never to return to Chicago again.

The Vice President returned to DC to recover, and aside from leaving an investigation team in Chicago, everyone else from the Special Service Bureau also returned to headquarters for an internal inquiry. All was well.

On his way back, Jimmy bought another phone, sent a message to Tom, and then comfortably returned home to rest. On Monday, Jimmy returned to his long-missed office.

"Hey, Chris, how have you been?" Jimmy greeted Chris with a smile, his trip having taken more than a week, seemingly spending more time outside than in the office.

Chris was enjoying his first cup of coffee in the morning before Jimmy disrupted his good mood.

"Yo, you still know this is your office, huh? Had a good time out there, didn't you?" Chris said irritably, putting down his coffee cup and looking at Jimmy, "Why do I feel like you've put on weight?"

Jimmy immediately stood up, buttoned up his suit jacket and turned from side to side; thankfully, it still fit, "Doesn't seem like it, I look fine."

"Alright, as long as you don't feel fat, let it be. Now that you're back, get to work. Here," Chris handed over a file.

"What's it about?" Jimmy asked as he opened the file and glanced at the photo on the front page before closing it again.

"FxxK, you did this on purpose," Jimmy yelled at Chris, who bared a big, cynical smile.

The front of a typical file usually contains photos of either suspects or victims, either life portraits or ID photos. But this file, at the very front, was a picture of a half-decomposed corpse. From the photo, digging through the ground's surface revealed the corpse with no coffin or other obstacles, already rotting and breeding maggots. It's better not to describe in detail, to avoid losing one's appetite.

The impact of such a photo was truly strong, Jimmy was completely unprepared and nearly vomited at the sight.

Reopening the file, he turned the photo over and placed it on the desk, beginning to read the report from the crime scene below.

The identity of the deceased was unknown, the body was found in a wooded area of a park. Due to unusual behavior from a pet dog, the dog owner followed the pet to the burial site. Since it was already emitting an odor, the dog owner noticed the anomaly and dug up the body after calling the police.

The corpse was identified as female, with no clothes, jewelry, or similar items found nearby. The skeleton was intact with no signs of fractures. Due to the advanced decay of the skin and muscles, it was impossible to determine the cause of death normally. The forensic doctor tested the slightly better-preserved internal tissues, and the results suggested asphyxiation with signs of internal organ congestion. It was impossible to determine the manner of asphyxiation. Based on the degree of decomposition and current temperatures, the body had been buried for more than a week, but the exact timing was indeterminable.

"Why give us this case? It should be something for the NYPD to handle. Is there something special about it?" Jimmy turned to Chris, hoping for some hints.

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