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

Qin Ming stood quietly on the periphery of the crowd, while Officer Mu and his colleagues set up a bright yellow cordon and calmly guided the onlookers.

Qin Ming knew that leaving professional matters to professionals would only cause trouble if he stepped forward at this moment.

Professional surveyors and related equipment are likely already on their way.

Although the contents of the water could not be clearly seen, the lingering odor and the presence of the police were enough to send shockwaves through everyone present.

"Goodness... is this for real?" Perhaps it was the sheer number of people that gave them the courage.

But when he uttered those words, he received no response from the crowd. Looking back, he saw many people gagging and looking pale.

The young man awkwardly touched his nose, his gaze wandering as he inadvertently caught sight of a large fish still thrashing about in the fish basket of a fisherman beside him.

The fish was plump, and its scales shimmered with an unusual luster in the dimming light, clearly a successful catch for the day.

"Your fish is quite plump and delicious..." he exclaimed subconsciously.

As soon as he said it, the angler was suddenly stunned.

The fish were exceptionally plump and delicious, which should have been the angler's proudest catch of the day. But now that he thought about it, this desolate wilderness had only recently seen a large amount of fishermen feeding the fish. Was the ecology here really that good?

Is it really... that he grew so fat naturally?

Some things can't stand close scrutiny; even things that are completely unfounded are considered taboo.

The angler's expression changed drastically. No longer caring about the title of "King of Fish Today," he hurriedly untied the fish basket and poured the fat fish back into the river, splashing water everywhere.

This action was like a silent command.

In an instant, the anglers on the bank acted in unison, pouring all the fish, big and small, from their buckets and nets into the river.

The sounds of splashing water rose and fell in waves, interspersed with a few sighs of frustration and relief.

No one mentioned the day's catch anymore; the stench of decay in the air had killed any thought of it.

Qin Ming's gaze swept across the scene of "mass release" and he discovered a half-grown grass turtle swaying in the water, probably one of the anglers' catches for the day.

His lips twitched, and he was speechless.

Qin Ming closed his eyes, focused his mind, and his invisible will traveled through space along the connection, pointing directly to a figure in the distant sea:

"Little Fatty, come back when you have time. Your turtle subordinates are doing a very 'hard' job and deserve some 'commendation'."

At the same time, be sure to remind them to balance work and rest. Unless it's something extremely urgent, the frequency of feeding can be slightly reduced.

He could easily imagine that if the "loading" efficiency continued at this rate, Officer Mu and his colleagues would be in constant turmoil for a long time to come.

In the far reaches of the ocean, a creature that did not resemble a sea turtle but whose shape was somewhat similar paused, a look of confusion flashing in its eyes, before it suddenly understood.

He looked inward and found that the Golden Pearl of Merit had indeed become more solid, and its warm light illuminated a corner of his inner space, making it sparkle.

This concerns his growth and breeding business, so of course Little Fatty is very concerned.

"I'll be right back!"

In fact, Cang Xuan's clone has always been by Qin Ming's side. If he communicates with the plants here, he might be able to get some clues.

However, the strong stench of decay in the air was too unpleasant, and coupled with the language barrier with the tortoise, Qin Ming quickly abandoned the idea of ​​summoning it.

Seeing that the police were handling the situation in an orderly manner and that the investigators had arrived, Qin Ming felt that he was no longer needed here.

Before turning to leave, he took out his phone, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he placed a large order on a shopping platform.

Different types of premium, all-natural turtle food are prominently featured.

He had just observed that many anglers mix high-quality pork liver, fresh shrimp, and even red snapper into their bait to attract "big catches," which is quite expensive.

No wonder even turtles and tortoises that had been warned against were tempted to take the bait.

"Let them develop a more discerning palate, and see if they still crave those pork liver and shrimp," Qin Ming thought to himself. He didn't want to see his chubby subordinates suffer losses over a mere meal.

Walking back along the path he had come from, away from the stench, the evening breeze brought the freshness of the grass and trees, but Qin Ming's mind was not completely at ease.

There were far too many "things" in this river. Two incidents in such a short period of time made him feel a chill down his spine, even though he knew the inside story.

"No wonder the police wanted to send a frogman team to thoroughly investigate the bottom of the river..." he muttered to himself, then suddenly stopped, a thought flashing through his mind.

"Wait a minute! Even I think so, how will the police chiefs and relevant departments, who are completely unaware of the inside story and only see the continuous discovery of 'major evidence,' judge the situation?"

Could it be that the application for underwater search by frogmen has been raised to the highest priority, or even entered into expedited approval?

If that's the case, then we'll have well-equipped and well-trained frogmen dive to the bottom of the river to conduct a comprehensive search...

Putting aside the question of how much evidence can be found, and setting aside the strange behavior of the turtles and tortoises, what should be done with the crocodile?

Whether it's catching and relocating them or killing them outright, it's a significant blow to the newly established turtle and tortoise intelligence group.

"This is really going to kill me!" Qin Ming put his hand to his forehead and focused his mind to transmit his thoughts again.

"Little Fatty! Something's happened, come back immediately!"

……

As soon as I entered the house, I hadn't even had a sip of water.

"Gah! Spirit Master, you're finally back!"

Seeing Keda's anxious yet smug expression, Qin Ming's heart stirred. "What's wrong?"

"My generals are well-trained and ready to take up their posts!"

Qin Ming: ...

Looking at the macaw with its head held high and sharp eyes, he felt a little like lighting an incense stick for Officer Mu.

As far as he knew, Keda, disliking the lack of intelligence of sparrows and pigeons and fearing they wouldn't amount to anything, ultimately decided to compensate with sheer numbers.

He has attracted numerous flocks of birds in every area nearby, creating a surveillance network with coverage comparable to a security camera, and it even comes with its own surveillance and alarm functions.

"Keda, don't rush. Let's plan out what behaviors we need to be careful about."

With foresight, Qin Ming realized that he couldn't let the macaw make a fuss or throw it in the police station for every little thing.

"Quack, the ducks have made sure they've memorized the laws and regulations!"

Qin Ming: ?

"Each bird is recorded as one, and each is monitored independently. The flock rotates its jurisdiction regularly."

Qin Ming was helpless; this was truly a case of winning by sheer numbers.

"Could you give a specific example?"

"When the birds that follow the regulations see someone running a red light, they lead everyone to defecate and mark the spot."

"Everyone?" Qin Ming had a bad feeling.

"Just a group, about a hundred or so," Keda said casually.

Qin Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Cough, wasn't that a bit too much? Let's leave some room for maneuver. Also, let's pay attention to the appearance of the city."

"The focus should still be on prevention and observation of fires and theft, and we shouldn't make the birds too stressed."

Under Qin Ming's tactful persuasion, Da Ke seemed to be deep in thought.