Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

The three of them took the elevator to the third floor.

Luke asked the female doctor, "Dr. Kowan, how is Leonard Hogan doing?"

"His gunshot wound has mostly stabilized, but it's best not to exceed an hour for the meeting.

If you need anything, you can call me. Michael has my number."

Luke raised an eyebrow at Michael.

Michael smiled.

"Ah... damn bastard, let me go, take your damn hand off me.

Fuck!

I will kill you.

No one can hurt me anymore..." A burst of roaring came from the nearby ward.

Luke found the voice somewhat familiar and paused, "Dr. Kowan, is this the victim we brought in?"

Ogla Kowan, with her hands in her pockets, sighed, "Yes, it's him, a poor young man."

Michael asked, "Is his injury very serious?"

"Uh..." Ogla Kowan hesitated slightly, saying, "The cut on his arm has been treated and is stable now.

However, he is easily frightened and becomes incontinent whenever he is scared.

The caregivers have already changed his bedding twice, and now they have put him in diapers."

Michael shook his head, "Poor guy, the killer scared him badly."

"You're right. Even if his wound heals, he will have psychological scars, possibly lifelong ones.

I recommend finding him a psychologist."

During the conversation, Ogla Kowan led the two men to the outside of Ward 305, "Leonard Hogan is inside.

During the conversation, try not to get him too excited."

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of him," Michael responded, greeting the FBI agents at the door and pushing open the ward door.

Inside the ward were two beds, one by the window was empty, and a white male lay near the doorway, Leonard Hogan, who had been captured yesterday.

At the moment, his left hand and foot were shackled to the bed, his eyes half-closed, his lips moving slightly as if muttering something.

Michael pulled up a chair and sat down, while Luke circled the ward.

Leonard Hogan seemed unaware of the two, showing no reaction.

Michael took out a photo and placed it in front of him, "We found these remains in your home, why did you kill these three people?"

Leonard Hogan glanced at Michael, "I have nothing to say to you all."

Michael said, "We found your fingerprints on the jars used to store the bodies, even if you don't speak, we can still convict you."

Leonard Hogan showed disdain, "Then there's even less reason to talk."

Luke in front of the cabinet across from the bed asked, "Then who do you want to talk to? The Eternal Lord?"

Leonard Hogan's expression changed slightly, turning to look at Luke, "You know of His existence."

"Better than you do."

"No, no one understands His greatness better than I do." Leonard Hogan showed a devout expression.

"In that case, why did you betray Him?"

Leonard Hogan glared at Luke, coldly saying, "I did not betray Him, and never will.

Whether now or in the future, I am His most loyal follower."

Luke shook his head, "Then why did you kill Bellam Solo?"

"That has nothing to do with you."

"You not only killed Bellam Solo but also stole the gold used to reshape His Golden Body.

And without the Golden Body, He cannot return.

And you still claim loyalty to Him."

"I didn't steal the gold for Reshaping the Golden Body!

I would never do anything to harm Him."

Luke continued to probe, "Did you open Bellam Solo's safe?"

"I've never seen any safe."

"Did you cut off one of Bellam Solo's fingers?"

"No, I didn't."

Michael shook his head, said to Luke, "This guy is clearly avoiding responsibility."

Leonard Hogan said, "I am not avoiding responsibility.

I did kill Bellam and decapitated him.

But I did not cut off his finger, nor did I open the safe, nor did I take the gold to Reshape His Golden Body."

Luke stared at the defendant, seeing no obvious signs of lying, "Why did you kill Bellam Solo."

Leonard Hogan sighed, "I... didn't want to kill Bellam.

I respected Bellam.

Bellam was wise, fortunate, early guided by Him, and was the only one to have directly communicated with Him.

I envied Bellam.

I hoped to establish a close relationship with Him too, becoming His most loyal follower and servant."

Luke asked, "Did you also kill Grace Bloomberg and Olina Back?"

Leonard Hogan nodded, "Yes, both of them."

"Why did you kill them?"

"Because they deserved to die.

Grace Bloomberg squandered her husband's wealth, enjoyed the respect her husband brought, and not only was she ungrateful, but she also betrayed him behind his back, getting involved with a black man.

She was a despicable woman who did not deserve the wealth she had.

Olina Back possessed a beautiful appearance, a perfect body, but was obsessed with causing scandal, seducing wealthy married men, and was proud of it, frequently appearing in the news and on magazine covers; she did not deserve such beauty."

Luke asked, "You chopped off Grace Bloomberg's arms, Olina Back's legs, Bellam Solo's head, and intended to dismember Filippo Carter's body.

Was it to create a new body?"

Leonard Hogan smirked, "You're right, I have a terminal illness, and my days are numbered.

But I refuse to leave just like that. I want to see His arrival with my own eyes.

So, I prepared to create a perfect body with wisdom, beauty, wealth, and health.

Only then can I serve Him better."

Immediately, Leonard Hogan showed an angry look, "It was you all, you obstructed my plan, and you all will face His punishment."

Michael shook his head, "You're too extreme, extremely selfish, extremely cruel, extremely foolish.

Even if He truly exists, He would disdain your actions."

"Shut up, you shallow man, you have no idea what I've been through." Leonard Hogan, ashamed and enraged, loudly rebuked, "This filthy world is full of injustice.

Greedy capitalists, hypocritical politicians protect their own interests, wage war, and plunder wealth under various pretexts, and they design social rules so people work like slaves for them."

Leonard Hogan seemed very agitated, "My hometown is in South Africa.

Because of that 'hero' praised by the Western media, my country fell into chaos and collapse; my family's farms and land were taken, and my family was killed by those greedy black people.

I sold the remaining assets and came to America with endless sorrow.

At that moment, I lost everything...

But I was not defeated by setbacks, I worked hard, working in a restaurant by day, driving a taxi at night...

I spent all my time outside of sleeping and eating on work, hoping to regain a stable, affluent life.

After more than a decade of effort, I had a house, two shops, and life once again held hope.

I thought I would be happy from then on...

A year ago, during a health check..." Leonard Hogan's expression was sorrowful, choking up, "I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, with not long to live.

I couldn't understand why I had to go through all this.

Why?

I lived so diligently, so earnestly.

But God took everything from me again.

I couldn't figure it out."

Leonard Hogan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, showing a reverent look, "Later, I met Bellam and came into contact with the Eternal Sect, and realized that all this darkness, suffering, and injustice were because of His departure; only His return could end this suffering, and the world could achieve true fairness and justice.

The despicable sinners will ultimately be punished.

The faithful followers will become His spokespersons.

Once He returns, He will surely grant me rebirth.

This will be a new, beautiful world, a day I endlessly anticipate."