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

When Qin Ming returned, he was naturally greeted with another wave of attention.

When he followed Xiao Qu back into the small building surrounded by yellow police tape, the police officers at the door saw him and proactively lifted the cordon tape, their movements more than twice as swift as when he first came that afternoon.

Two forensic personnel carrying boxes of evidence in the corridor stepped aside to make way for him. One of them, who was shorter, whispered "Hello, Consultant Qin" as he passed by. His voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

The news spread faster than he had expected. From detection to confirmation, less than two hours had passed, but everyone in the task force already knew.

A call came in from the technical department, and the colleague who answered shouted it out. The news exploded like water being poured into a hot oil pan.

When Qin Ming walked into the living room, he could clearly feel that the gazes directed at him were different from those in the afternoon.

The afternoon was for observation and assessment; now, there's genuine recognition. The title "Consultant Qin" has truly earned its prestige.

Of course, everyone has more experience and won't make a fuss like Xiao Qu, who is inexperienced.

Those present were all seasoned criminal investigators, experienced in their fields. They had worked with all sorts of experts and encountered all sorts of extraordinary individuals; they wouldn't swarm forward over a single hair. However—

"Advisor Qin, this tea is brewed from the finest first flush. Would you like to try it?" An elderly inspector with gray hair produced a thermos from who-knows-where. He unscrewed the lid, and the aroma of tea wafted out with the steam, creating a refreshing contrast amidst the pungent smells of disinfectant and charcoal in the room.

"Advisor Qin, this beef jerky may not look impressive, but it's a local specialty. Would you like to try some?" Another police officer in charge of taking photos took out a small bag of vacuum-packed beef jerky from his pocket, placed it on the table next to Qin Ming, and pushed it over with a very sincere smile.

"Consultant Qin, are you tired? This chair with a backrest is more comfortable than a folding stool."

"Consultant Qin, it's getting colder tonight, and there's a draft by the window. Would you like to move to another seat?"

Unlike in the afternoon when they ignored him, many people now stopped what they were doing and occasionally walked around to Qin Ming.

Some people were carrying tea, some were carrying snacks, and some were pretending to pass by but had actually already circled Qin Mingzhou for the third time.

Because of a breakthrough in the case, Captain Wang's tense face relaxed a bit after a long day, and he tacitly approved of everyone's slacking off.

He also knew that a string stretched too tight would break, and loosening it a little wouldn't be a bad thing. Besides, Advisor Qin had indeed made a contribution, so it was only natural for everyone to gather around, thank him, and get to know him.

However, some very ambitious people, after offering words of comfort and serving tea and water, finally reveal their true intentions.

A forensic investigator who looked to be in his early thirties was the first to lose his composure. After exchanging pleasantries about the weather and the origin of the dried meat for three and a half minutes, he tentatively revealed the real purpose of the trip: "Consultant Qin, are you coming again tomorrow? Do you need any assistance? Or should I come with you?"

Upon hearing this, several people who were still pretending to be busy nearby perked up their ears.

Some people even slowed down the process of sorting through the evidence bags they were organizing, as if they wanted to crane their necks to hear the answer.

This is the core motivation behind everyone's focus on Qin Ming; they all want to learn a few tricks from this insightful consultant.

Among these people are young people like Xiao Qu who are still relatively inexperienced and learning from their mentors, as well as veterans who have been handling cases independently for many years but still strive for improvement in their skills.

But whether it's the former or the latter, the goal is the same at this point.

Only Comrade Xiao Qu, who had witnessed the entire event in the afternoon, stood silently against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, a cold smile creeping across his face.

跟？

Is this something you can learn just by following along? Do you really think he didn't watch properly this afternoon?

From the moment Qin Ming walked into the scene until his hair was put into the evidence bag, Xiao Qu didn't move an inch.

He saw Consultant Qin squatting there, staring motionless at the ground.

Then came the casual remark, "Master, there's something wrong with the third hair on the tile next to your left foot," as if it were just a casual comment about the nice weather.

The ground, which he had looked at for a long time but couldn't see anything about, was highlighted in Qin Ming's words.

How did Consultant Qin manage to do that? I don't know.

What is Consultant Qin thinking? I can't tell.

Does Consultant Qin have any experience to share? He hasn't even done anything, how can he impart anything? Should he just pore over it in his head?

Therefore, the little schemes of this group were destined to fail.

Unlike him, who immediately asked the question right away.

On the way back, taking advantage of Qin Ming's good mood after eating and drinking his fill, he seized the opportunity to ask him all the questions he could think of.

As a result, I received one-on-one instruction from Consultant Qin and a large number of professional book recommendations.

Although the titles of these books looked obscure and difficult to understand, making him feel like he was back in his senior year of high school, he believed that knowledge was power and that when he returned after completing his studies, he would surely impress everyone!

Everyone looked happy; everyone had a bright future ahead of them.

The night, which was supposed to be spent working overtime until who knows how late, was given a chance to postpone due to good news.

Team Leader Wang glanced at his watch, then at the test report that had just been delivered to the table.

The progress was now at least twelve hours faster than he had expected, and his tense nerves relaxed a bit, no longer demanding that everyone work until dawn.

So regardless of whether everyone's little schemes succeed or not, they are all in a happy mood.

At this moment, Captain Wang looked at Consultant Qin, who was surrounded by people, as if he were looking at a great treasure.

Such technical consultants are rare, not just in their branch office, but throughout the entire city.

He knew that such a person was destined not to belong to their criminal investigation team; they were only occasionally connected through a case, and the experience period was limited.

But that's precisely why we need to make the most of it and learn everything we can. Breaking even one more key link in this case is a win.

He strode forward, and the people surrounding Qin Ming immediately made way for him.

"Advisor Qin, it's getting late. You must be tired today." Captain Wang extended his hand and shook hands with Qin Ming, his tone more sincere and warm than when they first met in the afternoon. "I'll order one of my guys to take you home. Get some rest, and we'll see you tomorrow."

Qin Ming also waved goodbye.

The police car drove off the side road, its taillights fading into the night. Qin Ming leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

……

Across from the residential complex, in a rented room with the curtains drawn tightly shut.

The burly man leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought or escaping reality.

"Sometimes I really want to call the police," the tall, thin man broke the silence, his voice filled with a weary exhaustion. "This guy either doesn't leave the house, or he goes straight to the police station. How do you arrest him? Tell me how you arrest him?"

This question made the burly man open one eye, and the bespectacled man pull the pen cap out of his mouth.

They've been doing this for a while now, and they've seen all sorts of targets.

There are reclusive homebodies who are easy to keep an eye on; there are white-collar workers who are so disciplined that they can predict their next move with an alarm clock, living their lives on a stopwatch; and there are playboys who party every night, whose movements are varied and scattered, but at least they always have a few choices at certain times.

No one is like Qin Ming, who either stays home all the time, sleeping for a whole day and two nights, or goes straight to the police station when he does go out.

That was a police station, not a shopping mall, not a restaurant, not any place you could just walk into.

What can they do? Wait outside the police station? That's not staking out people, that's just suicide missions.

"If you ask me, we shouldn't hesitate." The tall, thin man slammed his camera on the table, stood up, stretched his stiff neck, and his tone became firm and fervent. "Why think so much? Who cares where we're going? Let's just go and do it!"

"We should have made our move this afternoon when he left! So what if he turned? You should have chased after him even if he turned! Now look what's happened, the longer we drag this out, the worse it gets. He's already in the police station, and if we keep dragging this out, the police station will practically be his home!"

These words sound incredibly passionate, yet there's a sliver of truth to them.

The burly man seemed to be persuaded for a second. His eyes flickered, his fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the armrest, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Then the man with glasses spoke.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently swiped his index finger across the screen, dragging the low-resolution image, which had been magnified several times, to the center of the screen.

Then he pushed up his glasses, leaned closer to look, and his expression underwent a very subtle change.

"Stop arguing." His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible. "He's back... but... the person who brought him back, was it a cop?"

The tall, thin man rushed back to the window, grabbed the camera, and pointed it downstairs.

In the viewfinder, a black sedan with an inconspicuous emblem on its body was parked in front of the apartment building. The driver's side door opened, and a young man dressed in casual clothes but standing upright got out of the car and went around to the other side to open the door for Qin Ming.

The two exchanged a few words, but their voices were too far away to hear clearly, though it was evident that they were very polite.

Then the young man got back into the car, but didn't start it immediately. Instead, he waited until Qin Ming walked into the building and a light came on in one of the windows upstairs before turning the steering wheel and slowly driving away.

A bucket of ice water was poured over the room, and the room fell completely silent. The impulsive, hot-blooded energy was completely extinguished by this bucket of cold water.

In the unlit rented room, only the cold blue light from the monitor illuminated the three people's faces, each with an expression frozen in varying degrees of unpleasantness.

A few seconds later, they watched helplessly as the figure in the distance was about to disappear from their sight again.

The bespectacled man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked in an unprecedentedly hesitant tone, "Boss, should we go for it?"

The burly man: "..."