106: Chapter 95: The Original Mutant Beast, The Truth!
(March Monthly Pass Bonus 2) 106: Chapter 95: The Original Mutant Beast, The Truth!
(March Monthly Pass Bonus 2) Susan and Brian had nearly lost their lives this ti and were ntally exhausted, so naturally, they would not be going to work.
Back at the parking lot,
the two parted ways and went ho.
As for the case, due to the lack of personnel, it had to be handed over to another team to handle.
…
Upon waking up, it was already close to evening.
Brian stretched lazily, and just as he was about to freshen up, a pitiful cream-colored puppy carrying a food bowl blocked his path.
“Whine~ (Hungry, hungry)”
Shi San looked at Brian with a pitiable gaze.
“Sorry, Shi San, I was too tired when I got back, I forgot to prepare sothing for you to eat and drink,” Brian said, slapping his forehead as he got busy.
Speaking of which, Shi San was really quite spiritual.
He never ssed up the house and could understand so simple commands.
Most impressively, he was skilled at reading the room.
For example, he wouldn’t foolishly co to disturb him even when hungry if he saw Brian sleeping.
He was smarter than a dog.
Brian suspected it had sothing to do with the thod Veterinarian Laura used to treat Shi San when he was sick.
Back then, Shi San was on the brink of death, but sohow Laura used so thod to restore Shi San’s health in no ti, allowing Brian to fulfill Shi San’s mother’s obsession and acquire the talent for an enhanced sense of sll.
Not to say, his own investnt had been quite worth it.
Watching Shi San start to eat heartily, Brian stroked his chin.
The enhancing potions from the NW organization were basically useless to him; exchanging them was just to rationalize the continuous strengthening of his own physical attributes.
It was difficult to sell that stuff.
Why not just give it to Shi San?
I wonder if I might end up creating a Transcendent dog.
Thinking of that scenario,
Brian felt it was worth a try.
…
Today was a rare day off.
After having a simple al, Brian sat down in front of the computer, entered the complex password, and prepared to check the NW internal website to see if his rit points had been credited.
After a complicated verification process,
a predominantly bright interface appeared in front of Brian.
The NW internal website mainly had three sections.
One was the personal interface.
Another was the exchange interface.
And the third was a mishmash of trivia and gossip, similar to a forum page.
The third was the most interesting; not only did Brian learn a lot from it, but he also managed to catch up on quite a bit of interesting news.
He clicked on the personal interface.
A new ssage appeared in front of him: “Respected Sequence Staff mber Brian, your…
after review…
120 rit points.”
“Wow, that was efficient.
So now I have two hundred rit points,” Brian said.
Imdiately on the exchange page, buy, buy, buy, then clicked to have it delivered to his door.
Besides exchanging for NW’s comprehensive enhancing potions,
he also exchanged for two Healing Potions, just in case he wound up in a situation like last night where, despite having Gift Energy, it wouldn’t be appropriate to use it openly.
In the case of an ergency, it could potentially save soone he wanted to rescue.
After spending a bit,
Brian was left with 89 rit points.
He closed the internal webpage, opened his email, and after sending Susan the number of rit points he was willing to sell, he opened the unread emails in his inbox and began to browse.
The earliest email was from Susan.
It contained a phone number, instructions on how to forward the call, and was marked with Tarot Association.
She had actually managed to obtain the contact information for the intelligence organization Tarot Association right after going back.
Thinking it over,
Brian took out an unused phone and SIM card and dialed the number following Susan’s instructions.
This side didn’t require real-na registration for a phone number.
He had many SIM cards and new phones he had bought.
After busying himself for a couple of minutes,
a chanical female voice finally said, “Tarot Association, would you like to hire or purchase intelligence?”
“Intelligence purchasing.”
“Please provide a custor number, if not, please proceed to register and recharge…”
Brian: …
Following the prompt, he deposited one million US dollars into an account and afterward, received his custor number and password.
The whole process felt eerily like the telecom scams he had heard about in his previous life…
With the deposit in place, Brian could finally put out the information he wanted to find.
The first was the Transforr’s family.
Through the replay of mories during the skill absorption, Brian knew:
The Transforr was probably in his forties, nad Tam, who, after being disfigured in a fire, gained the Blood Moon Gift and the first person he took revenge on was a blond youth nad Jimmy.
And in the following days, he had killed many of his peers who had bullied him.
Considering the Transforr’s miraculous abilities,
Brian only ntioned Tam, the fire, the place of residence where many teens disappeared over a short period, and amongst them a blond freckled lad nad Jimmy—all that information.
The second piece of intelligence was inquiring whether there was a group or organization that used the Taotie pattern from Hua Country’s mythology as tattoos, preferably related to wildlife.
Tarot Association first conducts the investigation then quotes the price.
Brian just waited for notification.
…
After tidying up all these matters,
taking advantage of the free day he had,
Brian left Shi San to watch the house and went to the hospital morgue he had visited before.
Money paved the way.
He wandered around first and seeing nothing particularly interesting, began chatting with the security guard about strange and funny incidents that had occurred at the hospital, taking a look at any bodies that were brought in.
Luck was not on his side today.
Until the security personnel from NW headquarters notified Brian to go to a particular coffee shop near his ho to sign for the delivery of reagents, he had not acquired any new obsessions.
The pickup point was a small, diocre coffee shop.
Brian had been there before, but the taste wasn’t great, so he hadn’t gone back.
Upon entering,
the waitress imdiately pointed toward the back of the bar.
With curiosity,
Brian passed behind the bar and into the coffee shop’s kitchen, only to find in this small space three burly n in plain clothes, each holding a briefcase.
The man holding the briefcase looked at Brian and extended his hand, showing his sequence staff wristwatch.
Brian did the sa.
The next mont.
The big man’s watch glowed green.
He then handed the case to Brian, “Here’s your stuff, Brian, the Officer.”
“Thanks,” Brian took the box and complained, “Is this café also a property of NW?
I feel like we’re dealing with flour here.”
The big man had finished his task and shrugged, “Yes, it’s an intelligence gathering point.
We have many similar places since so of the officers who die on duty usually have families with average circumstances.
The organization needs a place to arrange things for their relatives.
As for the thod of trade, we can deliver to your ho if you’d like.”
Saying goodbye to the delivery squad.
Brian was about to head back to his apartnt to pester Shi San when a strange phone call ca through.
“Brian, the Autopsy Officer, this is Green.”
Brian raised an eyebrow, “Hello, buddy, any progress on the case?”
“Yes, based on the information you provided, we found the initial victim’s details and eventually uncovered so…
quite peculiar things.
I think this is the real reason we encountered that monster that night.”
“You found it?”
“I had so friends help out—very good friends.
They didn’t see the video I found.
I know the importance of the matter and am very cautious with it.”
Green spoke with care.
He had seen how NW’s ard troops operated the night before—cannon fire cleansing the ground, followed by missiles for the finale.
He wouldn’t foolishly endanger his friends.
Leaving the eting address.
Brian shook his head and settled back into the café.
Why did it suddenly get so busy?
…
After thinking it over.
Brian went to the bank to withdraw so cash before returning to the café.
At this ti, it should have been closed.
Only after a generous tip did one of the employees agree to stay overti.
It was after nine at night.
Green and a few casually dressed black n arrived at the café.
He had his friends sit in the corner, then ca over to Brian with a cara and explained the whole story.
It turned out that using the surveillance footage from Forest Park, Green had found the owner of the piece of pearl satin Brian had been carrying.
It was a group of three n and two won.
Two n and two won were university students of Hua Country descent, from wealthy backgrounds.
The remaining man was Vietnase, aged thirty-seven.
This group entered Forest Park on the 11th of last month, the day before the Blood Moon, with registration, bringing a large amount of stuff.
That day, the Vietnase man left alone in a car.
In reality,
This guy was a second-hand dealer of wildlife trafficking, taking so youngsters into Forest Park to pick up goods.
The goods were two mountain goblins and one snub-nosed monkey.
Green pushed the cara in his hand to Brian, “That Vietnase put the animals in the cave in Forest Park where we found a lot of the victims’ luggage.
As for those four young people, they were planning to eat them…”
Brian turned on the cara and started scrolling through the videos.
The person shooting, judging by her voice, was a woman; she first took videos of the three creatures, introduced them, and then fild her masked companions.
Then, they began to eat.
The first one to be eaten was the snub-nosed monkey.
In front of the two mountain goblins, they made a small hole in the monkey’s head by manually turning a drill, and then…
The two mountain goblins were petrified with fear.
The next day…
There was no next day.
Because the next day was September 12th, the day of the Blood Moon.
All four young people were dead.
They died from their favorite way of eating.
Alright.
Case closed.
The Mutant Beasts were the two mountain goblins that almost got eaten!
No wonder those two Mutant Beasts attacked humans in that particular way.
It turns out to be both imitation and revenge.
The problem is.
Does that an those two Mutant Beasts had only transford less than a month ago?
That strong???
…
With this question in mind,
Brian told Green to wait for his news, and then handed his friend a few hundred US dollars as a hardship fee.
Green was a bit embarrassed, “This…”
“You and your friends co from the slums, don’t you?”
Brian didn’t give Green a chance to speak, continuing, “In my book, effort should be rewarded with gain, and rit with reward.
Likewise, if I’m having at, the people around should at least get soup—that’s my principle in life.”
Having said that,
He patted Green’s shoulder, picked up his case, and headed ho.
The cara would definitely need to be reported.
The Forest Park case involved Mutant Beasts, and for research purposes, NW would send people for a detailed investigation, and what followed was not their concern.
Watching Brian leave,
Green’s friend said to him with envy, “Buddy, good eye—that’s a generous guy.
If you stick with soone like him, you’ll make it big soday.”
They were all mix-ups from the lower levels.
They didn’t understand the big principles.
All they knew was that a boss willing to share was definitely a good boss.
Green nodded vigorously.
He called his brothers to go shopping, ready to go back and party.
…
Back at the apartnt,
Brian, freshly bathed, opened the case.
A chill spread outward from within.
Inside the box, eight tal injectors marked with different notes caught his eye.
Brian first took two of the healing potions and put them aside, then whistled at Shi San, who was gnawing on a bone, and beckoned with his finger.
Shi San looked up, oblivious and happily wagged its tail over to Brian.
Brian first mounted Shi San, securing it before rrily removing the needle caps from the injectors, revealing the sharp, gleaming needles inside.
Shi San: …
Its joyous wagging tail drooped.
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