"The complainant is the victim's husband, Hans Miller.

The report was filed on August 7th, when he returned home to find his wife and child missing.

The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Office initiated an investigation, and according to neighbors, three victims were seen during the day on August 6th, leading to the assumption that the victims disappeared on the night of the 6th.

On the evening of August 6th, the neighbor saw driver Cole Davis entering and leaving the estate; he was the last to have contact with the victims.

The police have been trying to find him for an interview, but they haven't been able to locate him."

David asked, "Is the victim's husband a suspect?"

Deputy Chief Reid said, "We initially suspected the victim's husband too, but he has a solid alibi. Besides, even if he wanted to kill his wife, there's no reason for him to kill the child.

If he hadn't insisted over and over, this case probably wouldn't have involved the FBI, and our Los Angeles Police Department wouldn't have gotten involved.

If it weren't for the county sheriff's office delaying the initial investigation, this case might have been solved that year."

Luke pressed, "Why did the county sheriff's office delay the investigation? Was it due to human error or a lack of capability?"

"To my knowledge, it was both; the victim's husband had failed in business, marital problems emerged, and they had even separated. After ruling out the husband as a suspect, the sheriff's office thought the wife had run away from home, failing to consider robbery or kidnapping.

It wasn't until the victim's husband leveraged his connections to request involvement from the FBI."

Marcus shrugged, "Wow, in that case, he's still a good husband."

Reid said, "The victim clearly didn't think so."

Marcus remarked, "At least he's a good father."

"You've already gone through the case files, so now I'd like to hear your plans for the investigation.

Come on, don't be stingy about showing off." Reid looked at everyone, and seeing that no one volunteered to speak, he said,

"Deputy Chief, you were the first to think of this case, what do you think?"

"Let's give the young people a chance," the Deputy Chief gestured with his hand, "Luke, you say."

Luke pondered for a moment, "Twenty years ago, both the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department were involved in the investigation.

Their capability is certainly not in question; if the case was not solved, it can only be due to too few clues.

Our advantage now is that we have new evidence; only by utilizing this new evidence can we clarify the case.

I personally think the most important discovery in the new evidence is not the vehicle or the victims' remains, nor is it finding Cole's whereabouts, because these were all theorized twenty years ago, just without any evidence to confirm them.

The truly valuable clues are instead with Tony and Lorne."

Luke paused, then continued, "These two have not been investigated before. No one knows what role they played in the case. I think clarifying these two suspects' circumstances could potentially make a breakthrough in the investigation."

Reid nodded, "We also suspected back then that Cole had accomplices, but we never found out their identities. The investigation focusing on these two people is indeed crucial."

After discussing at the meeting, they finally determined the direction of the investigation.

Wanted Cole Davis.

Find Lorne.

Investigate Tony's situation.

Rewrite the statements of the persons involved in the case…

A busy day.

After work, Luke returned to the Ino community to teach the chubby kid some wrestling.

The chubby kid was quite resilient; despite being thrown around and grimacing, he didn't cry out in pain, although he did some damage to the lawn, earning a scolding from his mother.

Luke ran off.

The chubby kid got it rough.

…

The next morning.

Family members of Lorne and other persons involved in the case gradually came to the police station to give their statements, but no valuable clues were discovered.

Susan called Luke and David to the office and got straight to the point, "The investigation in Los Angeles isn't progressing much. Cole and Lorne are currently unaccounted for.

I'm thinking of assigning you to investigate in the victims' hometown, Haim City. What do you think?"

David nodded, "Haim City is where the disappearance occurred and also Cole's hometown. It is indeed necessary to re-investigate."

Luke responded with an unrelated question, "What about the victim's husband? Why hasn't he come to identify the body?"

"We dialed his former cell number, but couldn't reach him," Susan replied, then countered, "Are you trying to change the subject?"

"No, I just wanted to ask clearly."

"Then I'll take it you all agree. Get back early today to pack up, and I wish you a smooth journey tomorrow.

Close the office door, thank you."

...

Inside a black Dodge car.

Luke and David set off for Haim City.

David complained, "Why am I driving again?"

Luke, writing in a notebook with a pen, said, "I'm writing the investigation plan for Haim City, do you want to switch?"

"Let's hear it."

"First, go to Telson Manor for an on-site investigation. There might be new discoveries."

"Come on, it's been twenty years, you're too optimistic."

"Would you like to make the plan?" Luke passed the pen over.

"Keep talking."

"Tony is also from Haim City, maybe we can find more clues about him." Luke rubbed his hands together, smiling, "If we have time, we can even try the local cuisine 'Kuta'."

David shook his head, "What's on your mind? We're here to investigate a case."

"The deputy has been raving about this kind of cuisine. If there's time, why not try it? You have to learn to live, not just be alive. You really don't act like someone from Los Angeles."

David smirked, "You're right, I might consider moving to New York if I get the chance."

...

The journey from the Los Angeles Police Department to Haim City takes roughly two and a half hours by car.

Haim City, though called a city, resembles a small town more.

They arrived at about one in the afternoon.

The residents lived quite scattered, and the city center had all kinds of commercial facilities, which they drove around.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant named 'Golden Corral'.

Luke was already hungry.

The restaurant was about a hundred square meters, with a few customers scattered at tables.

A white woman in an apron came over and handed a menu to David, "What'll you have?"

Luke asked, "Do you have 'Kuta' here?"

"You've come to the right place, but that dish is only available in the evening."

It sounded somewhat like grilled skewers back home, and Luke's anticipation grew.

Both ordered a Mexican wrap and a cold drink.

Mexican wraps, simple to make, quick to serve, and not too bad tasting.

It's a fairly safe dish, a safe bet if you don't know what else to order.

After eating, the number of customers in the restaurant had also dwindled.

Luke called the white woman over to settle the bill, paying the meal cost and also giving her a ten-dollar tip.

"Wow, you sure are a generous man," the white woman was taken aback, as Luke's tip was higher than the cost of the meal.

"Ma'am, I'm from out of town, can I talk with you for a bit?"

"OK." With most of the other customers gone, the white woman sat down on a stool beside them.

The obesity rate in America is very high, which relates to their eating habits.

"Do you know where Telson Manor is?"

"Are you also here to investigate the haunted matters of Telson Manor?"

"Haunted?"

"Yeah, that place is ominous. Something bad happened there 20 years ago, and people often hear crying sounds from the manor."

"What kind of bad things?"

"Some say that the lady of the manor and her child were murdered and buried somewhere on the property, and they come out at night... Anyway, it's all very scary stuff."