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339: Chapter 217: Gift Ability Upgrade, Female Celebrity Death Case_2 339: Chapter 217: Gift Ability Upgrade, Female Celebrity Death Case_2 This phase would continue until the next Blood Moon arrived.

By the way, Brian needs to add a bit of information he inveigled from that fierce old man:

When the Blood Moon descends, if a normal person isn’t directly enveloped and irradiated by the Blood Moon, even if they are a suitable candidate for mutation, the likelihood of direct mutation is not high.

At most, in the one or two years following the Blood Moon’s influence, that person might beco worse and more extre.

But if it’s a Mutant or a Mutant Beast, then even if they hide hundreds of ters underground, they can’t escape the Blood Moon’s secondary irradiation effects, and significant changes would occur.

Mutants, a disaster every thirty years.

Brian’s Uncle Billy had fallen victim to the ongoing impact of the second Blood Moon.

The third stage…

Transcendence.

Literally speaking, this seems like the beginning of becoming extraordinary.

Apart from his ability transformation this ti, which included talent driving sensation, his invisible consumption dropped by ninety percent, his talents beca more harmonious and fused, and his Gift gained an additional interpretation, Brian felt that his changes weren’t significant.

After all, his combat ability had long been extraordinary and non-human.

What actually surprised Brian was the harvest brought about by the Talent Fusion.

The gains from this aspect were too nurous and mixed; he decided to explore them slowly later.

For one night, Brian had no plans to sleep.

He excitedly transford into a bouncing tiger, blindly parkouring through the cityscape, and even made a trip to Spider Woman’s safe house out of boredom.

The other party was honestly resting in the bedroom, limbs stretched out in a spread-eagle, sleeping soundly on the bed without a hint of vigilance.

The television was still broadcasting so late-night radio shows with heavy tastes.

Under the bed was a pile of snack trash bags.

The bedside was stuffed with a bunch of bone sticks, with at fibers and tendons clinging to the bones, which looked like beef bones, precisely like the style of Indian roasted whole cow.

It was evident that this once model and beautiful woman had now grown accustod to being bred by Brian, living a life of eating and drinking waiting for death.

“You’re just a Spider Transford person, not a pig-headed girl Transford person, don’t end up eating yourself into a pig…”

Brian had a bit of a headache.

He had only taken in three subordinates, and it seed only Green was a bit reliable.

Could it be he was infected by Susan?

Because Spider Woman had a unique sense, Brian did not approach.

He scanned the surroundings and, after confirming there was nothing unusual, continued to close his eyes.

Stepping on points of leverage that ordinary people would hardly notice, he leaped across under the moonlight like a nimble and large cat man, racing through this sleeping city…

The next day, Brian arrived at the office full of vigor.

He had received a ssage from Susan in the morning.

She would bring Shi San back today.

He had arrived early enough, but Old Hardenn, that slacker, and the less conspicuous female clerk, Edna, had co even earlier.

They sat tiredly in front of their computers, typing away, with so freshly developed photos and copies of autopsy reports on the side.

Seeing this, Brian understood.

With four cases in one day, the real drudgery wasn’t for him and Tom, the body collectors.

After all, these cases, though bizarre, were straightforward and just a matter of process, and the convenience store owner, solely dealt with by Brian, had also been resolved by his abuse of power.

So they weren’t busy.

Old Hardenn, however, had it rough.

They needed to organize autopsy reports, coordinate with the court on the timing for dealing with criminals, and sort out everything from the cri scene findings to the case history, to the records of police responses to cases…

A pile of troubleso business.

Normally, this process would take a week to deal with.

In recent months, with the multitude of cases and too many criminals, this process had to be postponed to within two weeks.

Normally, Old Hardenn and the others would have enough ti to handle these matters.

Knowing Old Hardenn as Brian did, it seed last night’s events had spooked him into hustling with the female clerk to urgently process these cases, fearing an increasing backlog and impacting their holidays.

Thinking of this,

Brian, in a good mood today, approached with a smile, “Rushing like this?”

Edna yawned, “I didn’t want to rush either, but Old Hardenn said he had other matters to attend to recently and feared there would be no shortage of cases in the next few days.

We’d end up working overti on rest days just like Ivan and the others…”

Old Hardenn shrugged, “Life is full of uncertainties; this is called the wisdom of the elderly.”

In fact, he just wanted to finish these tasks early so that he would have ti on the rest days to contact friends and develop sothing Brian needed, to earn Brian’s money.

Seeing this, all Brian could do was remind Old Hardenn to take care of his health.

As it turned out, Hardenn’s premonition was accurate.

It was just past eight o’clock.

Susan hadn’t even shown her face yet, and the office phone started ringing.

Another case!

“FK, this is outrageous, our B6 unit is just a small team of fewer than ten mbers, why are so many, such dense cases assigned to us!”

Old Hardenn picked up the phone and imdiately started cursing.

Even ordinary cases, follow-ups, etc., consu ti and manpower, and this frequency seed to push the limits of their staffing.

If it doesn’t kill them, they’re worked to death.

This overwheld Old Hardenn, who had always been accustod to taking it easy.

On the other end of the phone, the female operator’s voice was even louder: “Old Hardenn, you bastard must have forgotten to brush your teeth this morning.

These are cases allocated by the system rotation.

If you don’t take it, it automatically goes to the next group.

You accepted it, so what’s with the fury!”

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