]In a metropolis like Bu Peien, someone dying... was as normal as a cicada falling from a tree branch in autumn.
According to the Bu Peien Area Police Station's reports, at least a thousand people died in Bu Peien every year as a result of various serious crimes.
In other words, roughly three people died every day. Of those three, only one case could be fully investigated within half a year.
One criminal would hopefully be caught within the next twenty years, while another would remain "silent" forever.
No one knew who had killed him, and the murderer would never be brought to justice.
This did not even include those murder cases closed as disappearances. Since no one could find the bodies, they could not be counted as deaths and could only be classified as missing persons. In reality, however, a large portion of those people were already dead.
The Federation's most deranged serial killer had been linked to at least nearly two hundred murders. No one knew why this country always seemed to breed all sorts of bizarre things in corners beyond people's notice.
So when someone died... no one would care. Besides, this case did not seem to be all that ordinary.
Digging deeper might not necessarily be a good thing.
Lin Qi's attention shifted away from this minor incident in life and toward something else—for example... the Gold Alliance.
"I didn't expect you to argue over the naming issue for so long!"
Sitting in Mr. Truman's office, the two chatted. Lin Qi was currently acting as an "Economic Expert," and an international-scale trade and currency organization of this size would certainly need his advice.
Mr. Truman had just been talking about their recent work. It was the most important task in the Federal Government's foreign policy efforts