North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 269

  Chapter 269 The Dismembered Neighbor, the Mysterious Conjecture of the Subspace

  In the darkness, Dean slowly opened his eyes.

   He instinctively wanted to turn on the light, but the next moment, he froze.

"This is."

  Dean's eyes widened.

  I saw a slightly gray world, which appeared in his field of vision through the faint lights on the street, as if wearing night vision goggles, but the visual effect presented by night vision goggles was much clearer and more natural.

   This is night vision!

  Dean thought he had misread, and rubbed his eyes.

   But everything in the field of vision remains unchanged.

  He hurriedly restrained himself, wanting to see if there was any explanation for this change on the panel.

  But the panel is in the same state as before in the copy world.

Sudden.

  Dean thought of the extra feature on the panel: the body of the beast!

  Body of the Beast: Your body has reached the limit of the current human structure, continue to upgrade, and will excavate deeper optimization of genes

   Could this be the effect of the genes hidden deep in one's body after being excavated?

   What a surprise!

  Dean got up quickly, walked to the mirror in the room, and stuck it against the mirror with the faint light coming in from the outside, trying to see if there was any abnormality in his eyes.

animal world.

  Many animals have the ability of night vision, but the eyes will also show similar reflections, changes in pupils and eye sockets, and so on.

   If so, that's not good.

   But Dean was soon relieved.

  In a dark environment, although my pupils have obviously changed compared with the daytime, there will be no obvious anomalies such as reflections. Others will not be able to notice those changes in this environment.

  He went to the window again and looked out at the deserted, dead street.

   Follow the light source into view.

  Dean found that everything in his field of vision began to be in a state of transition between normal and gray, and he could see clearly the bright places and those areas that were not shrouded by lights.

  The entire field of vision, although not as good as during the day, is already very against the sky!

   After experiencing this strange change carefully for a while, Dean grinned.

  I am becoming more and more inhuman!

  The night breeze is gentle.

  The dark night sky without stars, in the eyes of Dean who is in a good mood at this moment, feels very kind.

  He turned around, wanting to turn on the light in the room, by the way, to see if anyone was looking for him during the whole day when he was sleeping soundly.

Sudden.

  Dean paused his footsteps, his nose moved slightly, and at the same time, a faint but real voice of Bibo Bibo electric microphone echoed in the auditorium.

  In the night wind, there was a faint smell of disinfectant and blood.

   Combined with wind direction.

  He automatically locates the building next door.

  The electric microphone sound that I had never heard before also came from there!

   This aroused Dean's curiosity.

   thought about it.

He turned around, went back to the head of the bed, put on his clothes, brought his documents, gun, mobile phone and other items, and went out the door. He jumped like a glider and crossed the one-meter-high fence next door. The moment he landed, he rolled and unloaded. Without a sound, he sneaked into the neighbor's yard.

  Habits brought about by past lives.

  When Dean first rented this single-family house, he had a clear understanding of the terrain of the community and the situation of the surrounding neighbors, and knew the location of the external monitoring of each house.

  This is convenient for him to do things on a whim sometimes that are not convenient for people to know.

  Dean easily avoided the surveillance of the neighbor's house. Following the increasingly strong smell in his nasal cavity, he clasped his bare hands on the brick wall of the house, came to the window on the second floor, and looked inside.

   This should be some girl's bedroom.

  In the room, the night light is orange, illuminating the small desk in front of the window.

  A black-haired girl, facing the window sideways, did not notice the prying eyes outside the window. Her fingers kept tapping on a wireless device that looked like a typewriter, as if sending out some specific information.

   This should be a special station.

Unfortunately.

  After Dean evolved, his ears just caught the radio waves of a special frequency sent by this special radio station.

  Behind the girl was a red plastic bucket and a mop.

  Beside the mop, there are a lot of black bags.

  The strong smell of disinfectant came from the damp floor and the red plastic bucket in this room. It was obvious that the place had just been cleaned before Dean arrived.

   And the subtle smell of blood came from those black plastic bags!

  Outside the window.

   Dean narrowed his eyes.

   As a former scavenger, he is too familiar with this situation!

  Meet a colleague!

   If he remembers correctly.

  This family should be a middle-aged overseas Chinese couple living in Hong Kong Island. They opened a barbecued pork restaurant in Chinatown. The business is good, and they live a happy life.

   This middle-aged overseas Chinese couple are also nice people. When Dean first moved here, they gave him some snacks to welcome him.

  The only pity is that this middle-aged couple has no children.

  It depends on the situation.

  This couple who are not bad, the result is not good!

   Dean looked away from the black plastic bags to the girl facing the window.

  The girl's side face is covered by long black hair, but judging from the exposed palm skin and clothing, she should not be very old.

  The key Dean has not seen each other before.

   thought about it.

   Dean didn't disturb the girl inside.

  He returned to the ground, and then left the neighbor's yard, avoiding the monitoring along the way, came to a public phone booth, called the police, and directly said that he had accidentally discovered a murder case.

hang up the phone.

  Dean returned to his residence, changed into his pajamas again, tidied up the surrounding layout, and waited for the police to arrive.

  Panel prompts are accurate.

  He stayed in the dungeon world for several days, but in the real world, only a few hours passed, not even a day.

  So there are no missed calls on the phone.

   Under boredom.

  Dean simply played with the subspace he had just obtained.

   This thing is very magical, it seems to be shrouded in his surroundings, separated by a layer of space, and within the scope of the space, he can collect the items he wants to collect.

   This feeling is amazing.

  As long as Dean wants to store something, it seems that there is a bubble invisible to the naked eye, extending along his body parts and swallowing the things in contact.

   And want to take it out.

  The 'bubble' that is invisible to the naked eye will follow Dean's mind and spit out the item to the position he wants to spit out.

  Of course, this range is only limited to a radius of one meter from Dean.

  Besides, air bubbles do not have the cutting power of space, so they can only store dead objects that are complete and independent, and whose volume does not exceed the storage range, but flowers and plants in potted plants cannot be placed.

   It seems that it does not matter whether it is animals or plants.

  As long as it is a living object, it will be resisted by the subspace.

  Dean is not only not disappointed, but very happy!

  Because of this ability to store bullets in space, it means that there is a high probability that he can realize the idea of ​​storing bullets before inspiring them, and at the same time, he has an invisible protective cover around him.

  In times of crisis, this layer of protective cover can 'swallow' bullets and other dead objects shot down, and even bounce back according to Dean's will!

  When you think about it.

  Dean was almost shaking with excitement.

   If his conjecture can be realized, to some extent, he is simply invincible!

  If it weren't for the fact that it was late at night and the police were coming soon, he could hardly restrain the urge to shoot himself!

   Fortunately, the time of suffering is not too long.

  It was about twelve or thirteen minutes after the call to the police. Two police cars with flashing red and blue lights came to Dean's neighbor's courtyard.

  Generally, there are two patrol vehicles on this night shift.

   So here comes four patrolmen.

   Obviously, they attached great importance to the murder case that Dean mentioned on the phone, and instead of following the routine case, they only sent a police car over.

  Dean stood behind the curtain, looking at the situation outside through the gap.

  He hoped something would go wrong.

   In this case, he can take the opportunity to pretend to be awakened, and then join the battle with a gun, and take the opportunity to fire a few shots to test his guess!

  Under Dean's gaze.

  Three men and one woman, four fully armed police officers, first observed the house, and after confirming that there was a faint light on the second floor, they spread out in groups of two.

  A group consisting of men and women rang the doorbell.

  The other two male policemen, one holding a very classic Remington M870 shotgun, and the other holding a semi-automatic rifle, hid in a place where the surveillance could not see, just in case.

  The arrival of the police obviously surprised the girls in the room.

  She immediately turned off the lamp in her room, as if she wanted to pretend that the owner was asleep.

   But this aroused the suspicion of the four policemen even more.

   They waited for a while, and after seeing that there was no movement in the house, they gestured to each other.

   Among them, the police officer with a shotgun waited until his companions dispersed, aimed at the door frame, and fired a shot.

   There was a loud bang.

  There was a big hole in the wooden door lock.

  The other three people cooperated well, covered each other and rushed in, heading straight to the second floor.

next moment.

  The screams of women, the roars of the police, and the sound of warnings broke the calm of the night.

soon.

  A girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old was escorted out of the house by the police.

  The four police officers all looked ugly.

  Especially the policewoman, who may have poor psychological quality. After she came out, she didn't hold on for a while, she couldn't help squatting next to the sewer in the street, squatting down and vomiting.

   Obviously, Dean's guess is not wrong.

  His good-tempered neighbor couple, there is a high probability that they have already died, and their bodies have been divided

   "Something is wrong."

  Seeing that there was no gunfight and the girl didn't resist, Dean touched his chin, and his eyes flashed suspiciously.

  The way the girl handled the corpse was not professional.

  But after she disposed of the corpse, she was able to use a wireless telegraph to send some information to the outside world without changing her expression. Obviously, it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"never mind!"

   Dean shook his head.

  America has it all.

The less trouble, the better.

  Because of the copy, there is not much time wasted.

   So Dean's vacation, and a full day.

   The next day, the sky was slightly cooler.

  Dean couldn't hold back anymore, and prepared to drive to the suburban shooting range to study the magic of the subspace.

  When the car drove to the street outside the neighbor's courtyard.

  Dean noticed that the place has been cordoned off, and at the same time, many neighbors gathered together to discuss what happened last night to the yard.

   This is actually quite normal.

   This side is right next to Chinatown, and most of the Chinese people live around it, so there are very few shooting incidents.

  There was a lot of shotgun activity last night.

  So early in the morning, many residents came to watch the excitement and gossip.

   And when they found out that the people who had the accident were the owner and couple of the well-known barbecued pork shop nearby, more residents were curious and worried.

  Among these people, many are regular customers of barbecued pork restaurants.

  Some people have a good relationship with the boss couple.

   "I hope these people know that the owner and the couple of the barbecued pork shop will not have a psychological shadow on the barbecued pork after being divided into pieces of meat."

  Dean shook his head, stepped out of the street, turned on his horsepower, and drove towards the suburbs.

   Compared to what happened to the neighbors.

   Now he wants to know more, whether his subspace can swallow bullets or even missiles, and become his BUG-like defensive artifact!

   Forty minutes late. Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)

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