As for surgical deaths, these are even harder to control. Most of these individuals are in the operating room, and actual cases of death are very rare.

Now it's up to Nia and her team. The FBI's data can be somewhat delayed; Jimmy wanting to find the most recent updates definitely had to approach the NYPD, whose data were the most current. He hoped for some good news.

Until the end of work, Nia hadn't called. Jimmy, unable to wait any longer, drove directly to the detective bureau.

People at the detective bureau were already familiar with Jimmy since he had been visiting frequently lately. He no longer needed someone to show him the way and could go directly inside.

Jimmy glanced at Chuck's office; only Chuck and Nia were there, the others probably went out on cases.

Chuck saw Jimmy come in and frowned, asking, "Jimmy, what are you really looking for?"

Jimmy was about to head towards Nia, but stopped at Chuck's words, "It's not really convenient to discuss it with you, just please help out, I'm really anxious."

The supernatural cases had always been kept from some people. Although the police weren't just ordinary people, not everyone was authorized to know about these matters.

Back in Little Stone City, only James knew about it, while only Cage and Jimmy had participated in Priest Royte's exorcism ceremony. This indicated that matters of the supernatural had nothing to do with ordinary people.

Chuck, looking at Jimmy's expression, could guess some of it. After all, he had been a policeman for decades. He didn't ask further but continued searching for information on his computer and marking a regional map, while making records on a piece of paper.

Jimmy came next to Nia, who, like Chuck, was looking up data and making records.

Jimmy, "Nia, how is it going? How much longer might it take?"

Nia looked up at Jimmy, "Probably another hour or so. You can check with Chuck."

Chuck, "About the same time. You just wait over there and don't disturb us."

Jimmy shrugged and immediately turned to leave their office, heading to the nearby lounge where there was free coffee available.

After a long while, Jimmy, having fallen asleep with his head on the table, was woken by Nia, "Jimmy, the data you wanted is ready."

Jimmy rubbed his face with both hands before getting up and returning to the office with Nia. It was after hours, and no one else had returned; it was still just Chuck and Nia there.

Jimmy, holding five maps of New York's boroughs listed separately, looked at the marked points. It seemed like there had been a lot of deaths in New York these past few days. The area with the least was Staten Island, followed by Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, and the Bronx.

Jimmy took a pencil and connected some points on the map, but it ultimately didn't form any specific shape since it was unclear how many of the death cases were their doing; there were too many points. Unless a shape was predetermined and then searched for among the points, it was simply not possible to find a shape from the multitude of points.

Looking at the map, Jimmy marked several areas where there were many deaths; it was time to spend some time touring those areas.

Jimmy packed the maps and said to Nia, "Nia, I'm sorry..."

Nia shook her head, "I understand. Go investigate your case; I need to go home today."

Jimmy embraced Nia to say goodbye, then also bid farewell to Chuck, and left the detective bureau.

Chuck, watching Jimmy leave, turned to ask Nia, "Do you know what case he is handling?"

Nia shook her head, "He has never told me about his case, other than the few we know of."

Chuck then turned back to the door and waited a moment before saying, "Alright, let's call it a day too. By the way, don't disturb him these next few days."

Nia, "Why? Do you know something?"

Chuck, "Not sure yet, but I have some guesses. I'll tell you when I'm certain. Let's go."

Jimmy first drove to Brooklyn, as it was closest to him. Since he planned to drive around the streets at night, he first found a parking lot and then ate dinner nearby before going back to the car to rest.

After midnight, Jimmy started the car and began to slowly drive along the streets. He was circulating through blocks with a higher number of death cases without a specific target, so he drove quite slowly. There were still some pedestrians who moved quickly. Brooklyn wasn't very safe in the early hours, so it was best to stay inside and get home early for safety.

The NYPD patrol cars were numerous, and Jimmy had already seen several on the road. This was good, as their presence might deter some people from causing trouble.

Perhaps because Jimmy was circulating too frequently, within just over an hour, he had been stopped by the NYPD three times; fortunately, his credentials were still useful, and they let him go after verification. Perhaps they had communicated among themselves because he was not stopped by any patrol cars he encountered subsequently.

This kind of stakeout was really boring. Jimmy continued until 2:30 in the morning, the car almost out of fuel and still without any unusual discoveries, not even a gunshot heard. After refueling at a gas station, he parked the car by the roadside, stepped out to stretch, and after looking around to assure safety, Jimmy pulled out a cigarette packet and lit one.

Just as he had taken a couple of puffs, "Bang, bang, bang"—a series of gunshots startled Jimmy. It was quiet at night, and the gunshots weren't very loud, so the distance couldn't be too far, but there must have been a building blocking it.

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