Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

Her eyes swept over Ayaka May, then glanced at the giant samurai sword in Amagami's hand.

"This woman..."

Yamaya Masako muttered something under her breath, her voice carrying a complex tone. She hadn't liked Ayaka Mayu before, but now she had to admit that this woman had indeed done Ame-no-Kamikura a great favor.

Tenyu Kamikura didn't turn around to look at Maya. His eyes remained fixed on Luo Fei, never leaving him for a moment. He tightened his grip on the sword, the hilt's strap making a soft rubbing sound under his palm.

Then he moved.

His body lunged forward, and his right foot slammed into the ground, shattering a stone slab.

He was faster than before—not because he had regained his strength, but because his confidence had been restored after he got the knife, and his spirit had dispelled some of his physical fatigue.

He gripped the knife with both hands, the blade trailing a dark red streak in the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air.

He rushed in front of Luo Fei and swung his sword.

The blade slashed diagonally downwards, its trajectory an arc from the upper right to the lower left. As it cut through the air, the air was compressed to its limit in front of the blade before exploding, producing a sound similar to tearing cloth.

The dark red mist swirling around the blade stretched into a long trail as it was swung, like a blood-red afterimage following behind the blade.

Luo Fei's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the slash.

The speed was incredible – just how fast? Dark Moon Shura's sword draw was already fast enough, but Tenyu Kamisang's strike was at least twice as fast as Dark Moon Shura's sword draw.

The two-meter-long blade rapidly magnified in his eyes, its dark red light almost completely filling his field of vision.

He quickly backed away.

He pushed off the ground twice with both feet, his body flying backward. He retreated at top speed, his shoes scraping against the stone slabs, each step cracking the stone. But the tip of the blade still grazed his chest.

The tip of the knife sliced ​​across his right collarbone, down his chest to his left abdomen, leaving a long gash.

When the blade sliced ​​through his skin, Luo Fei felt a chilling sensation. The chill emanated from the point where the blade touched his skin, as if countless ice needles were simultaneously piercing his skin.

Then the coldness turned into a burning sensation—that was the feeling of blood gushing from the wound, a delayed signal that the pain receptors only reacted after the blade had cut through the skin.

Fresh blood spurted from the wound.

The blood was bright red, and the splattered droplets drew arcs in the air before splashing onto the grayish-white volcanic ash ground. Luo Fei had a gash at least forty centimeters long cut open in his chest, the wound extending from below his collarbone all the way to his abdomen.

His skin was pulled back to reveal bright red muscle tissue underneath. Blood gushed from ruptured capillaries, flowing down his chest, forming a thin line on his abdomen, and then dripping onto the stone slab.

The live stream was frozen in time with this moment.

The screen clearly showed the wound on Luo Fei's chest. The forty-centimeter-long gash was shocking in the picture, and blood kept gushing from it, staining Luo Fei's entire chest red.

His waistband was stained red with the blood flowing down, and blood dripped from his fingertips, splashing small blood flowers on the stone slab.

Those who cared about Luo Fei were stunned.

In Zhou Xiaobei's dormitory, the moment he saw Luo Fei's chest slashed open, he jumped up from the bed.

His head slammed against the upper bunk with a dull thud, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain, his eyes glued to the screen.

His lips were trembling, his fingers were clenched on the tablet, and his nails were scraping the screen with a harsh sound.

"Brother Luo..."

His voice was forced out of his throat, with a sob in it, but there were no tears in his eyes, because fear had blocked them.

His brothers sat beside him, all dumbfounded. One of them dropped his water glass, which fell to the ground and shattered, spilling tea everywhere, but no one paid any attention.

In Zhou Yuanyuan's dormitory, her roommate let out a scream. The scream was sharp and piercing, echoing in the small dormitory room.

Zhou Yuanyuan herself remained silent. Her mouth opened, her eyes widened, and all the color drained from her face in an instant, turning her as white as paper. Her hands trembled, the phone shaking violently in her grasp, and the image of Luo Fei on the screen also swayed.

Her mind was blank. She had no thoughts, no ideas. Only that image remained—a long gash in Luo Fei's chest, blood spurting out.

That image was like a knife stabbing into her mind, severing all her thoughts.

Chen Xuanran called out from the intelligence room.

"Luo Fei!!"

Her voice boomed from her throat, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet intelligence room. Her hands were on the table, her body leaning forward, her face almost touching the screen.

Her eyes reddened, this time not from holding back tears, but from genuine urges. A tear rolled down her cheek and landed on the table.

Her hands gripped the tabletop as if trying to grasp something. But there was nothing there, only the cold metal surface. Her fingers scratched white marks on the surface, her nails making an unpleasant scraping sound against the metal.

The live stream chat seemed to have been paused—everyone was stunned by what they saw and remained silent for about two seconds. Then, the chat exploded like a flood.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!!!"

"Captain Luo has been killed!!!"

"Such a huge wound!!!"

"Tenyu Kamikura used a weapon!! He fouled!!"

"Run, Captain Luo!! Run!!!"

"How can you fight with your bare hands when the opponent has such a big knife?!"

"There's a knife on the ground!! Captain Luo, pick up the knife on the ground!!"

"Dark Moon Asura's sword is still on the ground, pick it up quickly!!"

"That sword is a treasured sword; you can use it to fight!!"

"No, no, that sword is far inferior to the Red Steel Hellfire."

"It's no use picking it up, Captain Luo isn't an expert with a knife."

"If you can't beat them, run, Captain Luo!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn; don't force yourself to stay alive."

"Given Captain Luo's personality, he definitely won't run away."

"I'll die if I don't run! This knife is terrifying!"

"I just saw a flash of light and Captain Luo was injured."

"That knife was so fast, I couldn't even see it!"

"This knife is clearly not an ordinary weapon."

"With this sword, Tenyu Kamikura's combat power has doubled."

"What should I do? What should I do? I don't want to see Captain Luo die!"

Luo Fei looked down at the wound on his chest. The wound stretched from below his collarbone all the way to his abdomen, a full forty centimeters long. The deepest part of the wound was about one centimeter deep, with the skin turned outwards, exposing the muscle tissue to the air.

Blood continued to gush out, flowing down his chest and abdomen.

He activated a god-like physique.

A stronger force surged from his dantian, flowing into his limbs and bones. His muscles bulged beneath his skin, his blood vessels expanded, and the density and strength of his body increased dramatically in an instant. He could feel his body becoming harder, his skin more resilient, and his bones denser.

But he still got cut.

What does this mean?
This indicates that the sharpness of this katana surpasses the defensive capabilities of his god-like physique. He knows very well how strong the defensive capabilities of a god-like physique are—if an ordinary sword strikes him, the blade will be knocked back.

Ordinary bullets would get stuck in his muscles. Even a master of Dark Moon Asura's caliber would need a full-force strike to break through his defenses.

But with a casual swing of the Red Steel Hellfire Blade, Ame no Kamikura slashed a forty-centimeter-long gash across his chest. The sharpness of this blade defied conventional standards.

Fortunately, he has superhuman self-healing abilities.

That familiar warm current surged up from his dantian again, splitting into two streams that flowed upwards and downwards. The upward flow of energy concentrated on the wound on his chest, and the muscle tissue at the edge of the wound began to heal rapidly under the influence of the energy.

First, the bleeding from the wound decreased significantly—that is, the ruptured capillaries reconnected under the action of their self-healing ability.

Then new granulation tissue began to grow on the skin around the wound. The red granulation tissue spread from both sides of the wound toward the middle at a visible speed, as if countless tiny tentacles were pulling the torn wound together.

It only takes about five seconds.

The forty-centimeter-long wound has completely healed. The newly grown skin is a light pink color, slightly lighter than the surrounding skin, and has a smooth, flat surface without leaving any scars.

Only the bloodstains still hanging on his chest and abdomen proved that the wound had actually existed.

Luo Fei reached out and grabbed his tattered shirt.

His fingers gripped the collar and ripped it in two. The fabric made a tearing sound under the force of his fingers, and the shirt was torn in two from the middle.

He casually tossed the torn rags on the ground, where they landed on the stone slab, leaving dark red marks on the ground where they were soaked in blood.

His bare upper body was exposed to everyone's view.

Luo Fei has an extremely low body fat percentage, only about six percent. This very low body fat makes every muscle on his body clearly visible. His pectoral muscles are well-defined, with clean and sharp lines along the lower edge.

His abs were a perfect eight-pack, each muscle clearly defined with distinct grooves between them. His shoulders were broad, and his deltoids bulged like two iron balls on his shoulders.

His arms were thick, with smooth muscle lines formed by his biceps and triceps. His waist was slender, with two distinct "V-lines" formed by his external oblique abdominal muscles, extending from his waist towards the center of his abdomen.

The chest, which had been a bloody mess just moments before, was now completely smooth and flat. The pale pink new skin stood out starkly against the bloodstains, but there was no trace of a wound. No scars, no cuts, no signs of injury whatsoever.

The viewers in the live stream were completely stunned when they saw this.

"Where's the wound??????"

"Where did that huge wound go???"

"No way, it only lasted a few seconds, how could it be gone already?"

"Am I seeing things? Captain Luo's chest was just slashed open, wasn't it?"

"I'm not mistaken, I saw that huge opening too."

"But there really are no wounds now!"

"Self-healing ability!!! Captain Luo has self-healing ability!!!"

"Holy crap, what kind of god-like ability is this?"

"No wonder he was able to stand up even after being thrown so far and coughing up blood."

"I found it strange when he was beaten and vomited blood before."

"A normal person couldn't recover from such a severe injury so quickly."

"So Captain Luo has self-healing abilities? That's incredible!"

"Super strength plus super speed plus super defense plus self-healing"

"Captain Luo is an all-around player!"

But soon, the focus of the comments shifted.

"Wait, wait, wait..."

"Captain Luo's physique is amazing!"

"Those muscle definition... ahhhhhh!"

"My god, those abs, those pecs, that V-line!"

"Captain Luo's physique is simply amazing!"

"Wow, this person has such a low body fat percentage! They must work out incredibly hard!"

"These kinds of muscles can't be built through fitness training."

"These are combat-ready muscles; every single one is designed for battle."

"Look how well-developed his shoulder and back muscles are!"

"You can't see those latissimus dorsi muscles at all when you're wearing clothes."

"You'd never guess Captain Luo had this physique when he was in his police uniform."

"Police uniforms are definitely the best way to hide a person's figure."

The female viewers in the live stream started spamming the chat.

The screen was completely covered by various fangirl comments and gift effects. The number of comments was so high that the live stream's comment server started to lag, and the comment scrolling speed was at least three times faster than before.

"Captain Luo, I'm in!!!"

"I love that figure!!!"

"I do! I do! I do!!"

"I will never marry anyone but Captain Luo in this lifetime!"

Chen Xuanran narrowed her eyes when she saw these comments in the intelligence room. She wiped away the tears in her eyes with the back of her hand and her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a line of text.

Chen Xuanran (Strategist of the Heavenly Secrets Group): "Luo Fei is mine. You little vixens can forget about him."

After she sent this comment, the female viewers in the live stream immediately went wild.

"Who are you, strategist?!"

"Why should Captain Luo be yours?!"

"We were here first!!"

"Sisters, charge! Someone's trying to steal Captain Luo from us!!"

"Strategist sister, please don't try to take it from us!"

"We've supported Captain Luo for so long, and you've only been here a few days."

Chen Xuanran's comments were flooded with a barrage of attacks from female fans. Her account received thousands of replies in just a few seconds, all expressing their dissatisfaction and criticism. (End of Chapter)