Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 67. Detective Fate, Shadow Upgrade
When the police car arrived at the entrance of the bar, a group of people who had gathered to watch the excitement dispersed with relish, revealing two guys who were "singling out" one-on-one.

They are young, and they are all fashionable in flared pants and a black vest, but their faces are bruised and purple, and the puddles of vomit under their feet are emitting an unpleasant smell. There is a trampled circuit between them , Crackling and flashing bar signs.

"LVPD police, stop the illegal behavior immediately, stand still." Thomas got out of the car and announced loudly, with one hand on the holster on his waist and slowly approaching.

Dean followed behind him like a follower, calmly letting go of God's perspective, checking whether there were dangerous weapons on the two of them and the surrounding crowd.

The taller boy scolded Xie Te, his face was unwilling, but he still obediently stood where he was.

The other was obviously terrified, with a flash of panic in his eyes, and ran towards the end of the street without saying a word.

"Leave it to me, he can't run away!"

Dean didn't wait for Thomas' order, as if being provoked, he chased after him like a gust of wind.

The agility at 12 o'clock is not a display, and Dean is like a lightning bolt in a police uniform, flashing on the hard road with all his strength.

The escaped guy ran less than 20 meters, but was caught up by Dean from behind, and fell to the ground.

Twist your wrist,

Take out the handcuffs.

Copy it!

Body search, rule out dangerous weapons.

The speed is fast and the movements are neat, which can be said to be done in one go.

It's a pity that no one applauded.

When Dean returned to the police car, the crowd had dispersed. Thomas assisted him in putting another suspect in a cage at the back of the police car, and then got into the main driver to report.
"The Al99 report has been dealt with and now returns to the police station with the two suspects."

On the way back, Dean and Thomas didn't communicate at all.

Send the suspect back to the police station and put him in the detention room.

Dean couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief. The two prisoners along the way were noisy like roosters fighting, which made his ears hurt.

"What's the matter with these two guys?" Dean asked Thomas.

"I fell in love with the same girl, and fought with jealousy, but the girl ran away long ago. The guy who ran away just knocked something."

Thomas patted Dean on the shoulder again, "By the way, well done, your grappling moves are more proficient than some old guys."

"But I have to point out one thing..." Thomas changed his voice, and the smile on his kind and fat face retracted, "You made a major mistake just now, you rushed out to chase the second suspect without waiting for my order at all, just in case He was carrying a deadly weapon...you are exposing yourself to mortal danger by doing so."

"They've been fighting each other for such a long time. If there is a deadly weapon, it should have been taken out long ago." Before rushing out, Dean had summoned "Shadow" as a shield, and checked it with the perspective of God, and it was safe.

"Don't infer rashly..." Thomas shook his head, opened the door of the police car and got in, "Unless you have searched him personally, don't be misled by subjective impressions."

"I have seen many young people who had a bright future set foot on the police road with great ambitions, but ended up ruining their lives because of carelessness. They fell in the first mission and ushered in the fate of a police detective ahead of schedule."

Thomas was steering the steering wheel, memories flashed in his eyes, his face was gloomy,
"Well, I will never act so arbitrarily next time." Dean patted his chest and assured, "Everything is under your command."

"Just don't blame me for nagging." It was just nine o'clock when Thomas drove the car back on the patrol road.

"By the way, Thomas, do you have any explanation for the detective's fate you just mentioned?"

"It's a joke among peers, the sum of a series of encounters, just with a bit of tragedy... Just listen to it."

Thomas looked into the dark road outside the car window and said with emotion,
"In our line of work, some people are overly focused on their careers, obsessed with solving crimes and catching criminals, and neglect their families... and end up living alone for the rest of their lives."

"Some were brutally killed by criminals while on duty, and their lives were prematurely completed."

"Some were injured on duty, leaving serious sequelae and suffering from illnesses for a lifetime."

"In order to relieve the huge work pressure, some became addicted to alcohol and drugs, and finally completely broke down their bodies."

"The fate of police detectives means that most of their colleagues will not die well."

Don't die well.

A cold night wind blows through the window.

Dean thought about this sentence, smiled and shook his head,

"This is too pessimistic, Thomas. You are an exception. You have found the true meaning of life. You have a beautiful wife, a brave and beautiful daughter, and a reliable patrol partner like me. What are your tricks?"

"Haha, I only passed this secret to Gretchen. Of course, if you become my son-in-law in the future, I will also tell you."

"Dude... If you joke like that again, I'll take it seriously."

……

Patrols also become less boring with experienced good old Thomas imparting experience.

"Al99, 18 North 350th Street, someone reported harassment."

Suddenly a voice came from the intercom.

The police car turned around and soon arrived at the destination.

"Dean, wait for me in the car this time."

"Yeah, Searle!"

Soon the police car arrived outside the destination yard.

Thomas got out of the car and entered the yard, and at a glance, he saw a homeless man in a tattered black coat with disheveled hair knocking on the door, shouting loudly while knocking,
"Give me another five dollars, ma'am, for a full meal."

"God bless you."

The corners of Dean's eyes twitched in the car, and Thomas began to announce loudly,
"LVPD police, sir, you broke into other people's house without permission, your behavior has seriously violated the law, leave that door and exit immediately!"

The homeless man turned his head and glanced at him, as if seeing a devil, then turned his head and knocked on the door more anxiously, begging,
"Ma'am, open the door and save me!"

"Raise your hands and step back immediately!"

Thomas pulled out his belt pistol, held it in both hands, and aimed it at the homeless man's back.

"Stop dangerous behavior!"

Pistol safety off.

"Ma'am, open the door!"

"Please!"

Thomas' warning and the bum's wail echoed in the yard.

Dean tensed his body, and quietly summoned Yingfei to guard Thomas beside him a dozen meters away.

He thought there was going to be a murder.

Without warning, the homeless man suddenly turned to kneel down, stretched out his wrists facing Thomas, and shouted with a flushed face,
"Catch me!"

"Catch me!"

"It's better to go to jail than starve to death!"

"Shet! Crazy!"

Thomas cursed under his breath.

Handcuffed and sent the homeless man into the back of the car.

The pungent smell made Dean wrinkle his nose, but when he thought of the other party's strange performance.

He couldn't help laughing.

……

It's still the same old process, appease the owner, complete the report, and send the prisoner back to the detention room.

"What's the matter with this guy?"

"The lady in the room kindly donated some change to him on the way home from get off work. As a result, this guy didn't think it was enough to eat, so he chased her home all the way from the city center and asked her to continue donating." Thomas shook his head helplessly as if seeing a strange thing. ,

"Forced begging?" Dean smiled and asked curiously, "Do homeless people in Las Vegas commit a lot of crimes?"

"Compared to gang members, their crime rate is not high. Most of them are just people who have been bankrupted by casinos and have nowhere to go."

Thomas changed his voice,
"You will encounter more strange cases in the future, but don't be soft-hearted. First, keep an eye on their hands and protect yourself. After all, no one knows whether these psychopaths will suddenly pull out a gun."

"Ah."

……

After this time, the time came to eleven o'clock in the evening, and the intercom never rang again.

At the gate of the police station, Dean, who had changed back into casual clothes, got into his Bronco and waved goodbye to Thomas outside the car window.

"I am on call at any time, and the LVPD can contact me if necessary, as long as it is night, it will be fine."

"Are you sure, there has never been a volunteer with such a high frequency of duty, and usually only participates in missions once or twice a month." Thomas couldn't understand why this young man was so keen on boring AP missions, "To be honest, a volunteer Even if you work hard for ten years, you will not be able to become a formal policeman."

"I know, please."

……

the next period of time.

Out of Dean's special account, Thomas will arrange patrol missions for him every day.

After all, the tasks of LVPD are very heavy, and the low-cost labor of volunteers is never too much.

The COPs in the bureau all knew that a young idiot had come, so they didn't need any publicity, and directly scheduled him for an "appointment" until next month.

But the bureau was very satisfied with such a down-to-earth and hard-working volunteer, and tried to increase the subsidy for him.

This money can almost offset Dean's living expenses of two to three hundred dollars a month, and the deposit remains unchanged.

In just one week, Dean accompanied four different police officers on patrol missions, and encountered all kinds of incidents on the way, all of which were trivial disputes, such as domestic violence, fights, drunken riots, traffic violations and so on.

There were two times that Dean was most impressed with. The first time was when an old man living alone in an old house reported a lost pet. As a result, Dean found a cat that had been dead for several days under her bed.

The second time someone called the police claiming that he was under surveillance, and the sound of surveillance equipment operating could be heard in the house.

It turned out that Dean discovered that the sound was coming from the water pipes in his house that were in disrepair.

All sorts of strange incidents opened Dean's horizons, and fully explored his "God's Perspective" powerful reconnaissance ability. However, if cats and dogs disappeared within three days, there was no one that Dean could not find. He would soon become LVPD's Find a pet expert.

It's a pity that these events are too simple, the system will not recognize them, and they will not get experience rewards.

But this week was not all fruitless, "Shadow" quietly broke through under the warmth of the plank.

Six o'clock in the morning.

At home, a reminder flashed in front of Dean, who had just escaped from meditation:
Shadow of the Past lv0 (100/100)

Is it improved?

Be

Shadow of the Past lv0→lv1 (0/200)
Your spirit gets a synchronous boost: 14.3→14.8
……

"What? Why does the super power upgrade give 0.5 spirit, and the total attribute improvement is only one-third of fighting and shooting?"

Dean felt the turbulent waves in his mind, and couldn't figure it out after thinking hard, so he closed his eyes and sat on the head of the bed,

After 10 minutes, I suddenly opened my eyes.

A gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Shadow of the Past" jumped out of the gallows board, circled around the mid-air a few times quickly, and blew the curtains to pieces.

It fell suddenly and transformed into Dean.

It was still a dark figure like ink.

But on the false and blurred face, there is a little bit of humanity and wisdom in the eyes.

"After the upgrade, do you feel any changes?"

Dean walked around the "Shadow" barefoot, while transmitting sound in his mind.

"I, I feel, my consciousness has become clearer..."

A slightly hoarse and dull voice sounded in Dean's mind.

The more advanced and powerful a ghost is, the more complex it is with humanity.

Then do an experiment!
slam-la-

Dean casually scattered a bunch of colorful pens in the pen container on the bed, and then gave instructions to "Shadow"——

"Pick up all green pens."

In less than three seconds, the breeze blew across the bed, and more than a dozen green pens floated into the air and landed at Dean's feet.

But Shadow didn't do it himself.

"Not only has intelligence improved, but also new abilities have been awakened?" Dean asked in surprise,
"I can fetch objects from space to a certain extent." Ying explained.

Dean took out one from the pile of pens and threw it over, "Now, control this pen and write your own name."

"my name?"

Shadow hesitated for a moment.
Manipulating a pencil from a distance, wrote the English letters of Dean Lu on the white paper, crooked like a tadpole, reminiscent of a child who just learned to write.

Dean asked him to follow the book and read passages aloud through telepathy.

It went well. Before this time, "Ying"'s intelligence was at most equivalent to that of a five or six-year-old child.

Now I'm afraid I can be nine or ten years old.

And the smarter it is, the more complex commands it can understand, and the more helpful it is to itself.

"Can you see what's going on in my heart?" Dean was worried,
"No, unless you take the initiative to tell me."

Dean smiled even brighter, so there is still no need to worry about privacy leaks.

……

"Now, find all the novels in the bookshelf."

Shadow did as he said, and waved at the bookshelf three meters away. Suddenly, the boxy books were summoned by an invisible force of thought, and flew towards Dean one by one as if losing gravity.

Dean picked up a book casually, thoughtfully,
"The so-called fetching objects from space should be mind power."

Dean issued a series of instructions, trying to make "Shadow" move objects, throw objects, and attack objects remotely.

The result disappointed him.

The strength of the current mind ability is at most equivalent to a nine- to ten-year-old boy's full blow, unless he controls a deadly weapon to attack the vitals, otherwise this power of mind can at most cause an adult a little pain.

Moreover, the current control of mind power is very rough and unstable. Moving a pen holder shakes like paralysis. The maximum distance of mind power is also within [-] or [-] meters around Dean's body, and the effective distance cannot be extended.

At present, it seems that the newly added mind power is of little use except for playing tricks and changing magic.

Dean could only console himself that this was a good start.

As the skill level of "Shadow" increases, the ability to read will gradually increase, and sooner or later he will be able to tear off the ceiling and blow out the sea of ​​​​fire like Alexander Raphael.

Next, Dean tested the power, speed, duration, and range of the "Shadow" itself, but was disappointed.

The 0.5 psychic power that comes with the Shadows of the Past upgrade boosts them a little,

But the increase in rank has little effect on these four indicators.

"So upgrading skills will only improve the intelligence of 'Shadow' and amplify its new abilities."

……

later time.

Dean's daily summoning of "Shadow" training items has been slightly changed, reducing the time for fighting and shooting, and adding continuous output of mind power to boil water, mopping the floor, chopping vegetables, manipulating the plank, throwing knives and other fine items.

Dean had a great time.

……

mid-September.

Thursday night.

Dean was on night patrol with Thomas again.

"Dean, I suggest you apply for a police academy and graduate in half a year." Thomas lit a cigarette and handed one to Dean, who shook his head and refused.

"As long as your ranking is not too bad, there is a high probability of being admitted by LVPD, and the bureau will help you reimburse your tuition fees."

"The problem is not the tuition fee..." Dean looked at Thomas, who had been enthusiastically persuading him for a while, and said with some reluctance, "I don't necessarily want to be a policeman."

"Are you serious?"

The cigarette between Thomas' fingers dropped to his feet.

"Al99, 9 West 130th Street, there is a report of death." A voice suddenly came from the machine.

"Al99 received." Thomas sat upright, tensed his face, turned the steering wheel,

And Dean was quietly excited. This is the first time he has encountered death since patrolling, and this time it should trigger an event!
(End of this chapter)