Blake White noticed something was off. Although she was just a trainee security officer, and the two people she killed also had criminal records, her colleague’s attitude was oddly casual, as if killing two people wasn’t a big deal at all, as if she’d be released after some routine procedures, with no legal responsibility, not even a disciplinary action... Why was that?

After Blake White got into the back seat of the police car, Logan Hill sat beside her.

The police car lifted off, carrying them toward the Investigation Building.

Logan Hill looked at her with a complicated expression. “So you have connections in there... You should’ve told me earlier, I spent so long mentally preparing myself.”

“I don’t have any connections, I’m just a trainee security officer with three hundred thousand in debt.” Blake White leaned back wearily against the police car seat. “Sigh, I just got off work and didn’t even make it home, now I have to go back again...”

Author’s note:

Blake White: My body acted on its own!

Chapter 7 Sea Without Light 07

Eric Shaw looked at Blake White sitting across from him and sighed helplessly.

“Captain, are you working overtime?” Blake White tried to make conversation.

“Yeah, overtime. I should’ve gotten off work three minutes ago, but you...” Eric Shaw paused. “Explain what happened.”

“I was going home after work, ran into a robbery, and then I... lost control and killed them.” Blake White said bitterly. “Will I be disciplined?”

Eric Shaw thought for a moment. “No, because those two had criminal records, and you acted in self-defense. You’re with the Investigation Department—even as a trainee, you have immunity. If injuries or deaths occur in the line of duty, you’re not legally responsible. This matter doesn’t need to be handed over to other departments; we’ll handle it internally. Otherwise, there’d be too much paperwork, too much hassle.”

Blake White said, “Captain, I wasn’t on duty...”

Eric Shaw shot her a stern look. “You were on duty.”

Blake White: “...I understand.”

Eric Shaw was using his position to cover up the incident.

“Captain Shaw, the autopsy report has arrived,” Adam reported.

“Display it,” Eric Shaw said.

The office’s holographic projector shifted angles, and the two corpses lying on the autopsy table were vividly displayed.

One had a horrifyingly caved-in face, the head so mangled it could be pixelated; the other had a subtle knife wound in the chest, blood covering the body.

Blake White lowered her head, avoiding the sight of the corpses.

“Ryan Lewis, cause of death: shattered skull. The temple was struck by a heavy object, fragments of bone pierced the brain, causing death. Time of death: less than an hour ago.”

“Henry Scott, cause of death: chest pierced by a sharp weapon. The weapon precisely entered between the third and fourth ribs on the left side, stabbing the heart, killing instantly. Time of death: also less than an hour ago.”

Eric Shaw raised his eyebrows in surprise. Seeing Blake White’s pale face, he chuckled. “I thought you really didn’t feel anything. If I remember right, this is your first time killing someone.”

“How could I not feel anything?” Blake White covered her forehead, her stomach churning.

Luckily, she hadn’t eaten much in the past few hours, or she would have thrown up.

When it first happened, she really didn’t feel much—just that it was unreal, things had gone beyond her expectations.

But now, listening to Adam describe the autopsy reports, her mind involuntarily replayed the scenes of her killing, over and over, making it all feel real again.

“Don’t throw up in my office. The restroom is out the door, turn left,” Eric Shaw said. “You learned your basics well in school. I’ve seen your internal assessment scores—tracking, combat, investigation, shooting, all those practical courses are nearly perfect. Blake White, you’re the most outstanding rookie the Investigation Department has had in years.”

He poured Blake White a glass of ice water. “Drink this, it’ll help.”

Blake White picked up the ice water and drank it all in one go. The cold, sharp sensation helped clear her mind a little.

“You were supposed to go to the Criminal Investigation Unit, but I requested you for my team. The field team is tougher than other departments—we have to face danger head-on, confront criminals directly, and deal with all kinds of emergencies during patrols, sometimes even risking our lives,” Eric Shaw said. “If you can’t adapt to fieldwork, you can apply to transfer to another unit after your internship.”

Blake White didn’t reply.

“Think about it. Personally, I hope you’ll stay—we need new people in the field team.” He added, “By the way, your home is on Anning Street in the Harbor District?”

“Yes,” Blake White said.

“The security there is terrible—lots of gangs, hard to manage, there are murders every month, and the Harbor District has the most illegal trading dens.” Eric Shaw suggested, “Move somewhere safer.”

“But I can’t afford to move,” Blake White said sadly. “That house was left by my parents. I even had to take out loans for college—I owe the bank three hundred thousand... Who knows when I’ll ever pay it off.”

Eric Shaw was momentarily speechless.

“When you become a full employee, you can live in the staff dorms,” he said. “You can apply for full-time status in a week, just hang in there. Also, it seems your personal communicator was damaged during your last field assignment, you...”

“Can I get reimbursed for the loss? It was property damage on duty,” Blake White whispered.

Eric Shaw laughed. “No, you can’t.”