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

Qin Ming returned to Blue Star with the intention of taking Xiao Bao to the police station during the break when Keda and Cangxuan were relaxing and adjusting, to see if there were any minor cases he could help with and earn some merit.

But before he even set off, he noticed that the dim golden bead of merit deep within his mind suddenly began to glow spontaneously, as if it had been plugged into a charger and was slowly replenishing its energy.

Qin Ming was stunned. This was really strange. He hadn't done anything yet.

Is it because the "final payment" for the last case that was solved has been delayed?

The frequency of energy replenishment can be carefully sensed. Compared to the "reward for meritorious deeds" of solving heinous cases, this is more like... a small "deposit".

Qin Ming cautiously took out his phone, opened a social media app, and the first person he thought of was Officer Mu.

Unlike Captain Chen, this man still carries the vibrant energy unique to newly recruited young people. He loves to share snippets of his life on social media, making him a veritable "barometer" of the police force.

Qin Ming had gleaned his overtime report from it last time.

Scrolling through my WeChat Moments, I saw that since the last photo of a messy desk and a late-night coffee, there had been no captions for several days, just a lonely coffee cup icon, or accompanied by emojis like "crazy" or "kneeling," which was extremely perfunctory.

Scrolling further down, the feed had completely stopped updating; the latest post was from several days ago.

Qin Ming frowned immediately, sensing that something was wrong.

He carefully estimated the time; after the last case was closed, the police report and follow-up work should have ended long ago.

I made several temporary trips back to Blue Star without bothering them, just in case I ran into Officer Mu and got frustrated with his report.

But now that we've calculated it, not only has the reporting period passed, but Officer Mu should also have enjoyed a compensatory and pleasant short holiday.

What exactly happened?

Perhaps he inadvertently left traces of his visit while browsing through his WeChat Moments.

Almost immediately, a chat window popped up, and Officer Mu sent a meme of someone wailing and crying with tears streaming down their face!

However, the expression only lasted for a moment before it was immediately withdrawn, but Qin Ming had already seen it.

Without hesitation, he typed, "What happened, Officer Mu?"

The dialog box repeatedly displays "The other party is typing...", but no message comes in for a long time.

After a while, Officer Mu sent a message: "...It's nothing, Consultant Qin, it's just that work hasn't been easy lately."

The words conveyed a sense of exhaustion from forcing himself to stay upright.

Qin Ming's intuition told him that this strange situation was most likely related to him. He tentatively replied, "If it doesn't involve confidentiality regulations, why don't you tell me? Maybe I can help a little, or at least be a sounding board."

In the police station, Officer Mu, sporting two huge dark circles under his eyes, glanced around at his equally listless colleagues who were forcing themselves to work on documents. Remembering the full schedule of fieldwork he had planned for the afternoon, he gritted his teeth and began typing on the keyboard.

"...The area around the drowning incident, and the several connected waterways nearby, have been...not very safe lately."

He seemed to be carefully choosing his words, typing slowly. But when Qin Ming saw this, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

"We've received a lot of reports lately about things that 'came out' of that area of ​​water. Some were caught by people night fishing, and others drifted to the shore on their own without any apparent reason."

"At first, people didn't take these calls too seriously. After all, many people throw things into the water, and it's normal to find trash, old clothes, or even electronics... until..."

He paused for a moment before continuing to type, his words heavy with emotion: "Until something strange started to appear inside, wrapped in layers of plastic bags, with... bits of flesh and bone nails."

Qin Ming took a deep breath, his brows furrowing.

"Fortunately, although this case was heinous, the investigation process was not as bizarre and difficult as the last one. After locating several suspicious body dumping sites and the suspect's activity range, we worked overtime for several nights and finally solved the case and found the murderer."

Seeing this, Qin Ming nodded slightly, roughly understanding why the Golden Pearl of Merit had begun to "recharge" on its own.

It turned out that the police had solved another case and eliminated a portion of the evil, and this merit naturally shared a bit with him, the source of the clue.

He was about to type a few words to praise the police for their efficiency in handling the case and to comfort the other party for their hard work.

Officer Mu's next message made his brows, which had just relaxed, furrow again.

"Everyone had just finished the report and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when the command center phone rang again... not just one, but several alarms in a row, all from the river! Different sections of the river, different 'things'!"

"Things submerged in water are inherently difficult to trace in terms of origin and time. Moreover, many drift downstream, making it impossible to determine the initial dumping location and jurisdiction... Investigating them is like finding a needle in a haystack!"

"Now, it's gone from one criminal investigation department working overtime to criminal investigation, public security, and marine police units all working overtime together!"

"I didn't take a single day off during the recent long weekend! I drank coffee like it was water!"

Even through the screen, Qin Ming could feel the resentment of the person on the other end working overtime.

He silently swallowed. The bastard who threw everything into the water was indeed a scoundrel, but the "Turtle and Tortoise Intelligence Group" had been far too dedicated lately!

How exactly did Little Fatty communicate the "reporting standards" with his turtle subordinates?

He quickly calculated in his mind: at this rate, it would probably be until the weather turned cold and the turtles and tortoises hibernated before the police could calm down and have a peaceful year.

Thinking this to himself, Qin Ming couldn't reveal a word of it aloud, and could only cautiously reply, "It's really not easy... With such a heavy workload, are you able to manage the manpower and energy?"

If that doesn't work, he'll go and discuss with the turtle and tortoise intelligence team about adjusting the reporting frequency.

After all, old cases or trivial discarded items can... be put on hold for a while?

"It's alright," Officer Mu typed through gritted teeth. "Due to the recent surge in floating debris and unusual salvage items, the situation is quite unusual. The higher-ups are taking it very seriously and have decided to close off the relevant riverbanks. At the same time, a professional team of frogmen has been dispatched to thoroughly search every inch of the key downstream waters!"

Qin Ming: "...!"

"There are already so many that have floated up automatically or been fished out; who knows how many more are still submerged and undiscovered... We must thoroughly investigate and eliminate any potential hazards!"

Qin Ming: "...!!??"

Just thinking about the meeting between the frogman unit and the turtle intelligence group made Qin Ming's vision go black.

Should we be grateful that the authorities haven't at least considered "cutting off the river and diverting the canal"?

With trembling fingers, Qin Ming typed with difficulty, attempting to rationalize the situation and subtly dissuade him: "Um... Officer Mu, I suddenly remembered that the ecosystem in that area is quite unique. There seem to be many large carnivorous fish in the water, and I've heard... there might even be invasive species like crocodiles, which are quite ferocious! Isn't it too risky for frogmen to go underwater?"

However, this reason may not be sufficient. Qin Ming added, "Moreover, as far as I know, the recent climate, wind direction, and specific biological migrations and water flow directions may have led to abnormal activity in sediments or drifting debris."

This is a temporary and unique ecological phenomenon, and it cannot be viewed through the lens of common sense. …After a while, as these factors change, the situation will naturally improve.

He tried his best to steer the conversation toward "natural anomalies" and "temporary occurrences".

On the other end of the phone, Officer Mu's expression immediately hardened when he saw the word "crocodile".

After all, in his mind, Qin Ming was an authority on animal behavior.

"So that's the reason!" Officer Mu muttered to himself, then replied, "Thank you for reminding me, consultant! You're right, I'll report your professional advice to my superiors right away!"

Seeing Officer Mu's reply, Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but still decided to change course and go for a stroll along the riverbank.