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

Qin Ming slept soundly through the night, probably because he was too tired during the day and didn't even have a dream.

Qin Ming woke up naturally in the morning, washed up, and went downstairs when he found Xiao Qu already waiting downstairs.

The other person was carrying two plastic bags, one containing soy milk and steamed buns, and the other containing packaged egg pancakes. The plastic bags were slightly white from the steam.

Seeing Qin Ming come out, he immediately took a few steps forward, handed him the plastic bag, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "Good morning, Consultant Qin. Haven't had breakfast yet? I bought this from a roadside stall while it's hot."

Qin Ming took the breakfast, his palms warmed by the temperature of the soy milk cup.

Feeling moved, Qin Ming decided to reciprocate.

On the way there, he picked and chose from his experiences in several cases, selecting the ones that were relatable and potentially applicable to Earth, and told them to Xiao Qu one by one.

He couldn't pass on his own spirit beast's characteristics to Xiao Qu, but he could share some of her ways of thinking.

For example, how to identify outliers in a large area of ​​homogeneous information, how to quickly determine whether there is value in further investigation when encountering seemingly unrelated environmental details, and how to cross-verify the timeline and spatial clues in a case.

Xiao Qu listened while driving, her mouth opening and closing several times, clearly indicating that she hadn't fully digested what she was hearing, but her eyes were bright.

Halfway through the journey, Qin Ming looked out the window at the street scenes rushing past and suddenly realized he was going the wrong way. This wasn't the route to the suburban house from yesterday.

Before he could ask, Xiao Qu explained, "Advisor Qin, the DNA test results for the hair sample from yesterday came back early this morning. It matched a suspect with a criminal record in the database. We apprehended him at the train station overnight and are interrogating him now."

Xiao Qu turned on the turn signal and the car turned into a narrow road in the old city. On both sides were old-style residential buildings built in the last century, some of the exterior tiles had peeled off, revealing the gray cement underneath.

"According to surveillance footage, he returned to this residence yesterday. We need to conduct a further investigation to see if we can find more reliable trace evidence to cross-reference with the interrogation reports."

Qin Ming nodded, not picky about the work location. It was certainly a good thing that the case was progressing smoothly.

As for mental training, anywhere can be a training ground for him, and it would be best if he could make some contributions along the way.

The car was parked in front of the dusty old building.

Qin Ming followed Xiao Qu up to the fourth floor, and as soon as he entered, he saw several colleagues who had arrived early already busy at work.

Because of yesterday's achievements, everyone who came to greet Qin Ming today was exceptionally enthusiastic.

Qin Ming nodded to each person in a friendly manner, until the smile on his face almost froze, and he struggled to maintain the curve of his lips.

Unwilling to compromise himself, Qin Ming didn't plan to squat for most of the day like he did yesterday.

He strolled around the room with his hands in his pockets, like an old man on patrol, glancing around and pausing occasionally, sometimes bending down to examine a corner of the wall. His leisurely demeanor contrasted sharply with the hardworking surveyors around him.

But given yesterday's results, no one objected to Qin Ming's obviously slacking-off attitude.

On the contrary, every time he stopped and glanced at something, people would quietly come closer, only to find him staring blankly at the wall after a while, and then quietly retreat.

Qin Ming was quite relaxed, but it was tough on a group of very ambitious colleagues.

They were hoping to learn a thing or two from Consultant Qin today, but the consultant just wandered around like a street urchin.

The colleagues who were waiting to learn were completely clueless and had no idea where to start, so they could only return to their posts and obediently follow the procedures.

This is an old-style one-bedroom apartment. It is not large, with few and outdated pieces of furniture. The floor is made of green terrazzo, which was popular in the 1990s and creaks when you step on it.

Unlike the down-to-earth villa in the suburbs yesterday, this house has a much simpler environment.

There was no pet hair, no soil brought back from the garden, and no large-scale biological traces left by the family's daily activities.

Qin Ming spread his mental energy and figured it out in a few circles. With few interfering factors, there wasn't much for him to worry about.

He walked around to the front wall of the living room, tapped the wall unconsciously with his fingers, and then walked around to the bedroom door frame and groped around a couple of times.

There was nothing new or strange about it.

He withdrew his mental energy with some regret. Perhaps the suspect really just habitually came back on his way, grabbed the items, and left without leaving any special traces.

Of course, he didn't miss anything. Qin Ming walked over to the TV cabinet, his gaze drawn to a dusty photo frame on the cabinet.

The photo in the frame is a faded old photograph.

Qin Ming picked it up and examined it. Then, he ran his fingers along the back of the photo frame and found a small paper packet stuck with tape. He opened it and found several neatly folded hundred-yuan bills, which looked quite old and faded.

"My secret stash of money," Qin Ming muttered, and put it back.

He stopped again when he reached the northeast corner of the bedroom.

The information fed back by my mental energy indicated that there was nothing behind the wall.

Qin Ming casually tapped and banged on the wall, and after a while, he moved a chair over, stepped on it, and pried open a small panel disguised as a power outlet.

Inside, there was a small, empty space, but the edges had neat cut marks, indicating that it was man-made.

"There really is a hidden compartment." Qin Ming touched the cut edge of the cement and let out a satisfied sigh.

So this is what the hidden wall compartments look like in reality. The workmanship is quite good, and the panel is actually made from the shell of a discarded socket. It fits perfectly when closed.

Amidst a chorus of amazed glances, Qin Ming satisfied his curiosity, dusted off his hands, and closed the panel again.

While there was no clear progress on this side, compelling confessions quickly came from the interrogation side.

With a phone call, Captain Wang's tightly furrowed brows visibly relaxed.

The suspect confessed to the motive and process of the crime, which basically matched the preliminary judgment made by the on-site investigation.

The next step is to wrap things up, compile a list of physical evidence, compare details of testimonies, and improve case files in preparation for transferring the case to the procuratorate.

The case was finally coming to a close, and the atmosphere at the scene immediately relaxed considerably.

As they packed up the equipment and loaded it onto the truck, they started chatting casually.

The conversation revolved around everyday family matters: whose child is starting elementary school this year and is still struggling with the school district; whose mother has recently become obsessed with health and bought a whole room full of moxibustion sticks; whose wife is addicted to online shopping and has piled up half the living room with packages.

These topics, which may not be particularly informative, proved especially helpful after two days and two nights of nerves being on edge.

Until someone said, "The birds in the city lately are practically sentient; they even know how to catch thieves."

Qin Ming's attention was instantly drawn to it. He didn't even drink the bottled water in his hand, but listened intently.

Seeing that someone was interested, the speaker became even more enthusiastic and was about to begin his explanation when another voice chimed in: "I haven't personally witnessed the catching of thieves, but I have seen the large-scale patrols every morning and evening, like a morning exercise routine. The procession is incredibly fast, forming a line from the riverbank to the west side of the city, even more punctual than the square-dancing aunties."

This sentiment was echoed by several people. One trace evidence investigator wearing glasses described the scene of a flock of birds flying overhead, saying that someone unfamiliar with the situation might think a wildlife park had gone out of business.

Only the young police officer in the corner pursed his lips, his expression quite helpless.

"You guys are just looking for trouble. My little bird used to be so obedient; it would come out to play when I told it to, and come home when I told it to."

"As a result, one time I don't know how I got led astray by the group, and ended up flying out for most of the day. Now it's like this, they want to go out every day, and you can't stop them."

As he spoke, a hint of resentment crept into his voice: "The little birds came back exhausted. They folded their wings and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. Although it saved me the risk of them destroying the house, I still feel uneasy."

Qin Ming silently unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water.

He made a mental note: He needed to talk to Keda when he got back; the organization's expansion had been a bit too rapid, and the entry threshold needed to be appropriately controlled.

Before this topic has even been put to rest, someone has started a new one.

"Forget birds, the river where the accident happened a while ago is now overflowing with people!"

"How so?" the person next to him asked cooperatively.

"Although it's difficult to catch fish there because there's always debris interfering, the fish you do catch are incredibly tender and delicious—a taste you can't find in the market!"

"I passed by last week, and there were so many fishermen sitting in rows on both sides of the river that I couldn't count them all. Some of them arrived before dawn with their equipment to grab a spot, like a market."

"That area has become a battleground for anglers!"

As Qin Ming listened, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have joined a group.

It was the first time that Xiao Pang had formed a gang in the water. He casually joined a local fishing enthusiasts' chat group, thinking that he could occasionally see if the group was discussing related topics and get some first-hand information.

He took out his phone and scrolled for a while before finally finding the group chat at the bottom of the chat list.

The chat window was still showing the date of the unread message from half a month ago. He clicked on it, and a line of small text appeared at the top of the screen—

"You have been removed from the group chat by the group owner."

Qin Ming blinked, stunned.

Why? He didn't do anything!

Perhaps Qin Ming's shock was too obvious, because the police officer who had just been talking about fishing enthusiasts leaned over to look at his screen and said knowingly, "Popular groups like this have a limit on the number of members. Once it's full, the group owner will periodically remove inactive members. That's probably the reason. There's nothing else targeting them."

Qin Ming's lips twitched slightly. He understood the reasoning, but he still felt a sense of inexplicable frustration.

The other person even offered helpfully, "But it's okay, I have a friend in this group, I'll have him add you?"

The other party was so enthusiastic that if Qin Ming hadn't happened to have his mental energy absorbed and seen the other party's group owner icon, he would have really thought that the other party who switched accounts was innocent.

Qin Ming: "..."