Jimmy paid in advance and left; the leather strap wasn't expensive, but customization was. Fortunately, Jimmy was very satisfied with the old leather craftsman's skill and felt that paying for the craftsmanship was appropriate.

On Monday, Jimmy returned to the office; this time, no one notified him to attend an inquiry, so there was no issue. It seemed Hughes had already taken care of it. Over the weekend, the news still hadn't exploded with his name and identity; it appeared that the NYPD's confidentiality was adequate and there wasn't excessive publicity. In fact, the situation had been handled before the ESU arrived, so there was no glory on their part either.

Jimmy hung his suit on the chair and turned to ask Chris, "Chris, is my issue settled now?"

Chris nodded, "No worries, Hughes will handle it. Just relax."

Jimmy: "Then, what are the tasks now? If there's nothing, I'll continue investigating that last matter with the NYPD."

Chris: "Forget it, that case has been closed. So far, all the reported missing persons have been checked with no DNA matches. Just find some other cases to work on, or you could support another team."

Jimmy looked puzzled. "Why though? Didn't I already provide them with leads?"

Chris: "The NYPD isn't only dealing with that case. Your lead would require checking hundreds of thousands of people; they just don't have the manpower for it right now. We must understand the precinct's difficulties; they have more pressing cases to address."

Jimmy grimaced. He had even used favors to have Ruiz sort out the leads, and now they were being shelved; it was somewhat frustrating. But there was nothing to be done; he couldn't handle such a case alone. The sheer amount of manpower needed for the investigation was more than the entire FBI New York office had. If it were really to be carried out, only the NYPD, the largest police organization in America with thousands of officers, could manage.

Nevertheless, his original goal was just to find the Wizard, and since he didn't have enough to pinpoint her, he let it be. At least destroying one of her straw dolls had cost her something. After all, he had merely taken a liking to the mystical occurrences; it wasn't as if he was genuinely planning to clear all the unsolved cases. There were many cases in the FBI's files that had lingered for years without leads. If Chris really gave him one of those cases, he'd be at a loss; these were not easy to resolve.

After thinking it over, Jimmy said, "Forget it, I'll just review some files. Since we also double as an emergency unit, I might as well stay in the office in case something comes up."

Chris nodded and continued on his computer. His access permissions were much higher than Jimmy's, and he could see far more in the system than Jimmy could. If he wanted, he could browse the FBI database until he retired. Mainly because he sat behind Jimmy, Jimmy had no idea what was actually on his screen; for all he knew, it could just be solitaire.

Jimmy also pulled up some past cases, including some unsolved ones. He examined them more closely, thinking maybe he would stumble upon a clue for a prior case; that would be a good thing, just like the time he inadvertently solved a dismemberment case while investigating a shooting.

Speaking of which, New York really was unlucky; it notably had a high number of cases each year, with murder and shooting incidents ranking very high. The security situation was quite problematic, although most cases occurred in Brooklyn, Queens, and the Bronx District, which was relatively better compared to the bustling Manhattan.

There were also many missing persons cases, and not many were resolved, even fewer than the national average. If one day the government went mad and decided to dredge the Hudson River, it's likely many clues would surface. Of course, this was just speculation, because since the 19th century, sinking bodies in the river had been a common method for disposing of corpses, later evolving to burial at sea. The popularity of cremation also provided a hidden means for them.

As Jimmy reviewed these cases, some were incredibly bizarre. New York had its share of serial killers, like taxi drivers and psychopathic dismemberment cases, all discoverable in their files. Each case took a great deal of time to investigate, sometimes spanning years or even decades to close.

These cases shouldn't be dwelled on too much; looking at them too often seemed to affect one's mindset, gradually leading to abnormal changes. Jimmy closed his computer, picked up his jacket, and said to Chris, "I'm going out for some air." He then went downstairs for a smoke to clear his mind.

Jimmy had realized before that as he encountered more and more perverse cases, his psyche also began to subtly change. Previously, he would have simply shot criminals involved in violent crimes, believing these individuals were just wasting resources and posing a severe threat to others' safety.

Now, understanding more, he felt his previous thresholds were too low; they needed to be raised slightly. Some people didn't necessarily need to die, even though their crimes were severe. Compared to the criminals in these files, they were nothing. These convicts in the FBI files deserved more than just being shot; they deserved to be executed for five minutes straight.

Jimmy was aware of this change in his mindset and knew that if it continued, his psyche might alter into something perverse. So, it would be best not to delve into past cases for a while. Knowledge from past cases could accumulate slowly; taking in too much information at once was too impactful.

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