I was furious, I wanted to kill someone.

I didn't tell anyone about this, and I won't tell anyone either.

The person who knows about this is very likely the whistleblower.

Plus, I had some minor grievances with the person who commented, I knew... it was her doing."

Luke guessed, "Cheerleader captain Josie?"

"That's right, that bitch. Other than wriggling around men all day, I don't know what else she's good for."

"What's the grievance between you two?"

"I don't know her, nor have I ever interacted with her directly, but... a photo I posted angered her. Can I use your phone?"

Luke handed him the phone, standing by and watching.

Benson opened the Maraboya High School's website and clicked on a post titled 'What's the difference between them?'

The content of the post was just a picture, a chimpanzee standing next to two black students.

Little Black's rage soared again, "You're really asking for a beating!"

Benson leaned in, "Anytime you're welcome."

Luke somewhat regretted bringing Little Black along and separated them, "Buddy, could you go outside for a bit, hmm?"

Benson handed the phone back to Luke and continued, "Josie is also very good at publicity stunts. She clung to that picture, casting herself as a victim, demanding justice for black people.

In the comments, she even questioned my real identity, calling me a coward for not using my real name.

I couldn't be bothered with her.

But this woman wouldn't let up. She said in the comments that if anyone could find out my real identity, they could have a date with her?

That sleazy bitch, who would want to date a chimpanzee?"

At this, Benson's face turned a sour shade, "But this world is full of sleazy men, and Herman is one of them.

This bastard was close to me; he might have guessed I was the owner of the anonymous account through some clues.

He betrayed me and sold me out to that bitch.

And she reported me.

I lost my acceptance letter to the University of California, Los Angeles.

I lost everything I ever dreamed of, everything.

I can't forgive, I won't let them off!"

"So on May 10, you committed the first shooting."

"That's right."

"Did you have an accomplice?"

"Yes, Kyle Torres."

Luke was surprised, "The drug dealer who died on the rooftop of the science building?"

"Yes, that blackie was always giving me trouble, starting from the first year. Before the incident, he asked me for money. It was supposed to be a loan, depending on how you look at it.

I could tell he was desperate, really needing the money.

I told him I could give him some money, but he had to do me a favor and sabotage the school's power supply.

He was a bit surprised at that, asking why I would do such a thing?

I said the blackout was to disrupt the school's network system, to modify credits and records, so I could get into a good university.

Of course, I was lying to him; I was worried I might be seen if I tried to sabotage the power system myself.

That idiot didn't understand any of this, didn't care; all he saw was the money.

Kyle Torres sabotaged the power system, and then we met on the rooftop of the science building. He thought I was there to give him the money, but I just shot him."

Thinking of the silencer, Luke said, "Was Kyle Torres the first victim of the shooting?"

"I had to kill him first; otherwise, he would definitely have betrayed me. He had to die, he deserved to die.

He's been extorting money from me since the first year, he was scum—beating up male students, harassing female students, stealing money, heavy drinking, drugs... rumor has it that he even dealt drugs.

I even feel like I was ridding society of a menace."

Luke thought of the campus police and continued to press, "Do you have other accomplices?"

"No."

"Have you been back to the rooftop of the science building since then?"

Benson shrugged, "Do you think I had any reason to go back there?"

"Did you encounter campus police during your shooting spree?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I took the campus police into account; he was always my hypothetical enemy, the one I worried might complicate things.

But he never showed up during my operation. Instead, there were some other minor surprises. That black quarterback even shot at me.

But he's an idiot, missed me completely, even killed one of his own teammates.

You just can't rely on black people."

Little Black's complexion darkened further.

Luke said, "Benson, don't be so absolute with your words. Detective Marcus is extremely reliable.

I trust him a lot.

There are unreliable white people too, like that campus police. Did you ever consider why he wasn't around during your operation?"

Little Black puffed out his chest in agreement, "You're right, that campus police is not trustworthy.

During the second shooting yesterday, I kept an eye out for that campus police following your reminder, but I never saw him.

He only came over with the patrol officers who came to support us. That guy is even more cowardly than a mouse."

Marcus's words seemed like a rant, but they hit the nail on the head.

Before, Luke had suspected the campus police were in cahoots with the shooter, worried he might take action during the second shooting, but he didn't move at all, wasn't even at the scene of the crime.

That was problematic.

Campus police, campus police—his duty was to maintain school order and protect the safety of students and teachers.

He had the authority to enforce the law within the school.

When a shooting occurred at school, he should have been the first to arrive at the scene to protect the safety of students and teachers.

But he didn't do that; he was derelict in his duty.

Luke roughly guessed the reason the campus police lied: he was not a suspect in the shootings nor was he trying to deliberately mislead the police investigation, but rather trying to cover up his own cowardice, to preserve his own job, by fabricating a tale of chasing down the shooter.

Such behavior betrayed his duty and the trust of teachers and students, and it also indirectly affected the police investigation.

If such a scumbag isn't kicked out of the police force, it would be endlessly problematic.

Figuring out this matter felt like solving a puzzle in his heart.

It also indirectly proved the accuracy of the Micro-expression Analysis Skill.

He gained more confidence in this new skill.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.