Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Qin Ming strolled through the streets with the treasure-hunting mouse. Thanks to the inclusiveness and broad knowledge of Blue Star society, the small, furry flying mouse, no bigger than a palm, only garnered exclamations of "so cute" and "so adorable" from passersby, without arousing any unnecessary suspicion.

Xiao Bao perched on Qin Ming's shoulder, its little paws gripping a strand of his hair for balance, its dark, bright eyes curiously looking around.

After watching the street scene for a while, he suddenly nuzzled Qin Ming's neck with his little head and made a soft whimper:

"Oh dear, Mouse misses that big, goofy guy from last time. Can we go play with him again?"

Qin Ming was stunned for a moment before realizing that the "big, dumb guy" Xiao Bao was referring to was Mu Haoran, the young police officer he had worked with before.

Recalling his previous experiences, Qin Ming couldn't help but smile. During the previous "treasure hunts" on Blue Star, Xiao Bao repeatedly ran into obstacles, almost developing a psychological trauma.

Only last time, with Mu Haoran's help, they had a smooth journey, which could be described as "cheating".

Furthermore, Mu Haoran provided ample and sincere emotional feedback throughout the entire process—whether it was the exclamation when discovering clues or the tension when facing danger, he did not hide it at all, giving Xiao Bao an excellent experience and a great sense of accomplishment.

Let alone the naive Xiao Bao, even Qin Ming himself felt that the experience of working with Mu Haoran was quite pleasant when he looked back, and he missed that sunny, cheerful, and sincere young policeman.

"Let me ask him if he's free." Qin Ming took out his phone, but before directly messaging Mu Haoran on WeChat, he paused for a moment and subconsciously opened the other person's Moments, wanting to see what he had been busy with lately.

The latest post on WeChat Moments was made a few days ago:

[This is amazing! I met a god today! This is the pinnacle of my life!]

Below were several blurry photos of people from behind, but clearly showing what appeared to be the scene of an investigation, along with a bunch of envious and amazed comments from colleagues. The timing coincided with the last time they worked together.

Qin Ming stroked his chin, feeling slightly relieved. It seemed that his somewhat flamboyant actions hadn't caused any trouble or negative impact on the other party.

He was about to exit the Moments interface to send a message when a new post appeared:

[I'm dying, I'm dying! Will I ever finish writing this mountain of reports? (Already on the verge of death.jpg) (Working furiously through the night.jpg)]

The accompanying picture shows a messy desk and a cup of coffee that has long since gone cold.

Looking at this resentful post on his WeChat Moments, especially the word "report," Qin Ming's heart skipped a beat. He froze on the spot, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"Do I... have any reports to write?!" he muttered to himself, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Recalling the extraordinary methods used in the last operation, although the result was smooth, he dared not imagine what it would be like to write a detailed report according to the standard procedures.

Qin Ming's face stiffened. If he had really dug such a big hole for himself, he might as well not have the title of "Special Advisor"! It would be much more comfortable to be a "helpful citizen"!

His fingers trembled as he quickly switched interfaces, not even bothering to ask if Mu Haoran was available. He directly opened Captain Chen's WeChat account and cautiously typed, "Captain Chen, I apologize for bothering you. I wanted to ask about the last operation. Do I need to submit any written report or explanation?"

After sending the message, Qin Ming felt that every second was exceptionally long, and his heart was filled with anxiety.

Fortunately, Captain Chen replied quickly, his tone as cheerful as ever: "Advisor Qin, you don't need to worry about this too much! You're not very familiar with the format and requirements of the bureau's documents. You helped us solve such a big case and made a great contribution, so how could we let you worry about these trivial matters?"

Upon seeing this, Qin Ming let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing. "That's right, this is the normal procedure! I really overthought things."

However, the next message Captain Chen sent made his feelings complicated again: "Regarding the series of cases that were uncovered by the last cat-finding case, the team had Xiao Mu write the reports for you. That kid's a decent writer and efficient."

Qin Ming: "!!!"

So... that heartbroken, sleepless report in Mu Haoran's WeChat Moments... I actually contributed more than one part to it?

He typed and deleted, his feelings a jumble of emotions, unsure of what to say.

Captain Chen seemed to understand something, and said in a relaxed and natural tone, "It's nothing! He's benefited a lot from your work, so writing a report is only right. Consultant Qin, you don't need to worry about it."

After ending the call, Qin Ming put down his phone and looked into the distance with a complicated expression.

The little baby on his shoulder seemed to sense his mood and gently tapped his shoulder with its tiny paw: "Eek? Can't this big goofball come and play?"

Qin Ming sighed and rubbed Xiao Bao's head: "It's possible... but we should bring some good food to reward the comrade who helped us write the report."

Qin Ming, carrying Xiao Bao and a box of freshly baked, fragrant egg tarts, found Mu Haoran, who was "writing furiously" in front of a computer screen in the police station's office area, with faint dark circles under his eyes.

"Officer Mu, you've worked hard! Here, have some energy." Qin Ming smiled and placed the gifts on the table.

Mu Haoran looked up and saw Qin Ming and Xiao Bao. His eyes lit up. "Brother Qin! You guys are a lifesaver!"

He eagerly grabbed an egg tart and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling a complaint, "Don't even mention it, writing this report is driving me crazy..."

Qin Ming guiltily touched his nose, changed the subject, and pointed to a distinctive building not far from the window, asking, "I remember the city museum over there, I think one of its exhibition halls has been closed recently?"

Mu Haoran swallowed the egg tart in his mouth, took a sip of milk tea to smooth it out, his expression somewhat serious, and lowered his voice to say, "Yes, it's the bronze ware museum on the west side. Recently... sigh, something happened, a case."

He was hesitating whether it was convenient to discuss the details of the case when a veteran detective passing by happened to see Qin Ming, strode over, and warmly shook Qin Ming's hand:

"Consultant Qin! What brings you here? It's wonderful! We're having a real headache with that museum case; the security footage hasn't captured anything, and the trail is almost dead! If it's convenient for you, could you perhaps offer some guidance?"

Qin Ming had already intended to inquire, so he readily accepted the invitation, "But... I'm not sure I can be of any help, and could I possibly go to the scene?"

"Advisor Qin, you're too modest! We all understand your habits." He looked around and glanced at the egg tarts Qin Ming had specially brought on the table, realizing that the two had a good relationship.

"Come on, Xiao Mu is free right now, and he knows about the case. Let him accompany Consultant Qin to the scene."

Mu Haoran's eyes lit up, and he eagerly accepted the task, saying, "Leave it to me!"

Qin Ming hesitated, "But... what about your report?"

"Almost finished writing, it's okay!"

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