North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

In the darkness, Dean slowly opened his eyes.

He instinctively wanted to turn on the light, but the next moment, he froze.

"This is."

Dean's eyes widened.

He saw a slightly gray world, which appeared in his field of vision through the faint lights on the street. It was like wearing night vision goggles, but it was much clearer and more natural than the visual effect presented by night vision goggles.

This is night vision!

Dean thought he was wrong and rubbed his eyes.

But everything in the field of vision remains unchanged.

He hurriedly restrained himself, wanting to see if there was any explanation for this change on the panel.

But the panel is in the same state as before in the dungeon world.

Sudden.

Dean thought of the additional feature on the panel: the body of the beast!

The body of the beast: Your body has reached the limit of the current human structure, continue to upgrade, and will excavate deeper optimization of genes

Could this be the effect of the genes hidden deep in his body after being excavated?

What a surprise!

Dean got up quickly, walked to the mirror in the room, and stuck it against the mirror with the faint light coming in from the outside world, trying to see if there was any abnormality in his eyes.

animal world.

Many animals have the ability of night vision, but the eyes will also show phenomena such as reflections, changes in pupils and eye kernels, and so on.

If so, that's not good.

But Dean soon breathed a sigh of relief.

In the dark environment, although my pupils have obviously changed compared with the daytime, there will be no obvious anomalies such as reflections. Others in this environment will not be able to notice those changes at all.

He went to the window again and looked out at the deserted, dead street.

As the light comes into view.

Dean found that everything in his field of vision began to be in a state of transition between normal and gray, and he could see clearly the bright places and those areas that were not shrouded by lights.

Although the entire field of vision is not as good as during the day, it is already very against the sky!

After experiencing this strange change carefully for a while, Dean grinned.

I am becoming more and more inhuman!

The night wind is gentle.

In the eyes of Dean, who is in a good mood, the dark night sky without stars feels very kind.

He turned around, wanting to turn on the light in the room, by the way, to see if anyone was looking for him during the whole day when he was sleeping soundly.

Sudden.

Dean's footsteps stopped, his nose moved slightly, and at the same time, a faint but real voice of Bibo Bibo electric microphone echoed in the ear corridor.

In the night wind, there was a faint smell of disinfectant and blood.

combined with wind direction.

He automatically located the building next door.

The sound of the current microphone, which had never been heard before, also came from there!

This aroused Dean's curiosity.

Think about it.

He turned around, went back to the head of the bed, put on his clothes, brought his documents, gun, mobile phone and other items, and went out the door. He jumped like a glider and crossed the one-meter-high fence next door. The moment he landed, he rolled and unloaded. Without a sound, he sneaked into the neighbor's yard.

Habits from previous lives.

When Dean first rented this single-family house, he had a clear understanding of the terrain of the community and the surrounding neighbors, and knew the location of the external monitoring of each house.

This is convenient for him to do things on a whim sometimes that are not convenient for people to know.

Dean easily avoided the surveillance of the neighbor's house. Following the increasingly strong smell in his nasal cavity, he clasped his bare hands on the brick wall of the house, came to the window on the second floor, and looked inside.

This should be some girl's bedroom.

In the room, the night light was orange, illuminating the small desk in front of the window.

A black-haired girl, facing the window sideways, didn't notice the prying eyes outside the window. Her fingers kept tapping on a wireless device that looked like a typewriter, as if sending out some specific information.

This should be a special kind of station.

Unfortunately.

After Dean evolved, his ears just caught the radio waves of a special frequency sent by this special radio station.

Behind the girl, there is a red plastic bucket and a mop.

Beside the mop was a large pile of jet-black bags.

The strong smell of disinfectant came from the damp floor and the red plastic bucket in this room. It was obvious that the place had just been cleaned before Dean arrived.

And the subtle smell of blood came from those black plastic bags!

outside the window.

Dean narrowed his eyes.

As a former scavenger, he is too familiar with this situation!

Met a colleague!

If he remembers correctly.

This family should be a middle-aged overseas Chinese couple. Their ancestral home is Hong Kong Island. They opened a barbecued pork restaurant in Chinatown. The business is good, and they live a happy life.

This middle-aged overseas Chinese couple is also nice. When Dean first moved here, he gave him some snacks to welcome him.

The only pity is that this middle-aged couple has no children.

It depends.

This is a good couple, the result is not good!

Dean looked away from the black plastic bags to the girl facing the window.

The girl's side face was covered by long black hair, but judging from the exposed palm skin and her attire, she should not be very old.

The key is that Dean has not seen each other before.

Think about it.

Dean didn't disturb the girl inside.

He returned to the ground, then left the neighbor's yard, avoiding the monitoring along the way, came to a public phone booth, called the police, and directly said that he had accidentally discovered a murder case.

hang up the phone.

Dean then returned to his residence, changed into his pajamas again, tidied up his surroundings, and waited for the police to arrive.

The hints on the panel are very accurate.

He stayed in the dungeon world for several days, but in the real world, only a few hours passed, not even a day.

So there are no missed calls on the phone.

Under boredom.

Dean simply played with the subspace he had just obtained.

This thing is amazing, it seems to be shrouded in his surroundings, separated by a layer of space, and within the scope of the space, he can collect the items he wants to collect.

It's an amazing feeling.

As long as Dean wants to store something, it seems that there is an invisible bubble that extends along his body parts and swallows the things it touches.

And want to take it out.

The invisible 'bubble' will follow Dean's will and spit out the item to where he wants to spit it out.

Of course, this range is only limited to a radius of one meter from Dean.

Moreover, air bubbles do not have the cutting power of space, so they can only store dead objects that are complete and independent, and whose volume does not exceed the storage range, and they cannot be placed like flowers and plants in potted plants.

It doesn't seem to matter whether it is flora or fauna.

As long as it is a living object, it will be resisted by the subspace.

Dean is not only not disappointed, but very happy!

Because of this ability to store bullets in space, it means that there is a high probability that he can realize the idea of ​​storing bullets and then stimulating them. At the same time, he has an invisible protective cover around him.

In times of crisis, this layer of protective cover can 'swallow' the bullets and other dead objects shot down, and even bounce back according to Dean's will!

When thinking about it.

Dean was almost shaking with excitement.

If his conjecture can be realized, to some extent, it will be invincible!

If it weren't for the fact that it was late at night and the police were coming soon, he could hardly restrain the urge to shoot himself!

Fortunately, the time of suffering is not too long.

About twelve or thirteen minutes after the call to the police, two police cars with flashing red and blue lights arrived outside Dean's neighbor's courtyard.

Generally, there are two people in one vehicle for patrol vehicles on night duty.

So here comes four patrolmen.

Obviously, they attached great importance to the murder case that Dean mentioned on the phone, and instead of following the routine case, they only sent a police car over.

Dean stood behind the curtains and looked outside through the gap.

He hoped very much that something would go wrong.

In this way, he can take the opportunity to pretend to be awakened, and then join the battle with a gun, and take the opportunity to fire a few shots to test his guess!

Under Dean's gaze.

Three men and one woman, four armed police officers, first observed the house, and after confirming that there was a faint light on the second floor, they spread out in groups of two.

Among them, a group of men and women rang the doorbell.

The other two male policemen, one holding a very classic Remington M870 shotgun, and the other holding a semi-automatic rifle, hid in a place where the surveillance could not see, just in case.

The arrival of the police obviously surprised the girls in the room.

She immediately turned off the lamp in her room, as if she wanted to pretend that the owner was asleep.

But this aroused the suspicion of the four policemen even more.

They waited for a while, and after seeing that there was no movement in the house, they gestured to each other.

Among them, the police officer with a shotgun, waited until his companions dispersed, aimed at the door frame, and fired a shot.

There was a loud bang.

There was a big hole in the wooden door lock.

The other three, cooperating well, rushed in while covering each other, and went straight to the second floor.

next moment.

The woman's screams, police roars and warnings broke the calm of the night.

soon.

A girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old was escorted out of the house by the police.

The expressions of the four police officers were all ugly.

Especially the policewoman, whose psychological quality may be a bit weak. After she came out, she didn't hold on for a while, she couldn't help squatting next to the sewer in the street, squatting down and vomiting.

Obviously, Dean's guess is not wrong.

His good-tempered neighbors and his wife have most likely already died, and their bodies have been dismembered

"Something is wrong."

Seeing that there was no gunfight and the girl didn't resist, Dean touched his chin with suspicion flashing in his eyes.

The way the girl handled the corpse was not professional.

But after disposing of the corpse, she was able to use a wireless telegraph to send some information to the outside world without changing her expression. Obviously, it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"never mind!"

Dean shook his head.

America has it all.

The less trouble, the better.

Because of the copy, not too much time wasted.

So Dean's vacation, and a full day.

The next day, it was slightly cooler.

Dean couldn't hold back any longer, and prepared to drive to the suburban shooting range to study the magic of the subspace.

When the car drove to the street outside the neighbor's courtyard.

Dean noticed that the place has been cordoned off, and at the same time, many neighbors gathered together to discuss what happened last night to the yard.

This is actually quite normal.

It's right next to Chinatown, and most of the Chinese people live around it, so there are very few shooting incidents.

There was a lot of shotgun activity last night.

So early in the morning, many residents came to watch the excitement and gossip.

And when they found out that the people who had the accident were the owner and couple of the well-known barbecued pork shop nearby, more residents became curious and worried.

Many of these people are regular customers of the barbecued pork shop.

Some people have a good relationship with the boss couple.

"I hope these people know that the owner and the couple of the barbecued pork shop will not have a psychological shadow on the barbecued pork after being divided into pieces of meat."

Dean shook his head, got out of the street, turned on his horsepower, and drove towards the suburbs.

compared to what happened to the neighbors.

Now he wants to know even more, whether his subspace can swallow bullets or even missiles, and become his BUG-like defensive artifact!

Forty minutes late. Sorry.