After the escort girl case, Dean's life returned to normal, going to school and training. After all, the lawyer Lucville's commission was not always there.
On the other hand, after Holden witnessed a ghost with his own eyes, his enthusiasm for supernatural things increased. He came to Dean's house every day after get off work to have dinner, discuss the knowledge he had collected about psychic mediums, and invited him to practice summoning rituals in abandoned ghost houses nearby where people had died.
In return, Holden also taught Dean some introductory theories of profiling, as well as practical psychological skills - overcoming one's own negative emotions and soothing the emotions of others.
Dean originally suffered from mental disorder and huge emotional ups and downs. These techniques were of great benefit to him, and he learned them very carefully.
In a fulfilling life, January flies by in a blink of an eye.
…
Gretchen's living room.
"In the early morning of February 5, 1981, a shooting occurred in the back alley of the Sixth Street Tunnel Bar in Henderson. A 40-year-old middle-aged man was killed. It is reported that the deceased had been involved in a robbery and murder case not long ago. He was prosecuted but released due to lack of evidence.”
After the TV noise flickered, a plump female reporter with blond hair and blue eyes in a red open-cut dress appeared on the screen.
"This is already the third attack in the area around Las Vegas this month... Surveillance data shows that the murderer is the same person, about six feet three tall, wearing a black leather jacket, sunglasses, and a black mask, riding a black car The Indiana Chief motorcycle...If you have more clues, please call 432...contact the news station, there will be a heavy reward."
"Vegas morning news reporter Catherine Medici reports for you, please stay tuned to this station for more news..."
Hereby——
Standing in front of the coffee table, wearing only a pair of shorts and showing off his well-developed muscles, Dean turned off the TV.
"Jayne Harden's identity should be changed, and he will no longer be able to commit crimes in a short period of time."
From January to February, he changed his previous idea of profiling and used the channels of LVPD and Holden to gain access to information on criminals suspected of robbery, rape, and child abuse.
The law cannot punish them.
So Dean took the initiative to track and kill the three scum under the copied image.
This efficiency is much higher than driving a motorcycle aimlessly to search for criminals.
He finally reached the full level of mimicry proficiency.
Pseudomorph lv1(4/200),
Blood replication time: 1 day → 4 hours
Maximum duration of mimicry: 2 days → 4 days
Simulation cooling time: 7 days → 4 days
Dean rubbed his chin;
"The simulation interval is shortened from 1 week to 4 days, 7 times a month, but the upper limit of proficiency gained each time is reduced to 4 points."
"You can get 28 proficiency points in one month, and it will take 7 months to fill up the 200 points to upgrade."
“It’s getting harder to improve your skills.”
…
However, increasing the level of mimicry also adds 1 point of physical strength: 14.6 → 15.6.
Dean looked palpitated as he recalled it.
Breaking through the threshold of 15 in physical fitness was even more painful than the first time he was simulated. His whole body felt like it was being roasted repeatedly by flames for five minutes. The pain was so painful that Dean almost broke his teeth, but the benefits were also huge.
Dean stretched out his arm and rubbed it. The skin was as smooth as silk, and the once ugly burns completely disappeared, as if he had never been injured.
Dean closed his eyes and felt that his heart was beating more steadily and powerfully. He could hear the sound of blood rushing in his blood vessels. The surging blood and vitality in his body were like a warm stove, baking his body all the time.
Coupled with the support of an intermediate ironman, he became almost invulnerable to cold and heat, tireless, and could stay energetic for two days by sleeping three hours at a time.
At the same time, the defense of his skin, muscles, and bones became inhuman.
He and fighting enthusiasts like Gretchen competed with bare hands. By protecting the key parts and vital points, he could let the opponent hit them casually without suffering any damage.
It doesn't matter if the opponent has a knife. If you don't aim at his key parts and attack with all your strength, you can only scratch his skin lightly.
…
Dean looked at the panel,
Character level: 3 (200/400)
Age: 18
Physical fitness: 15.6
Strength: 12.4
Sensitivity: 13.2
Perception: 11.8→11.9
Spirit: 15.3
Will: 13.3
Specialties: Intermediate Iron Man, Beginner Supernatural Hunter
Abilities: 5/5
Fighting lv2(120→135/300)
Shooting lv2(49→70/300)
Shadow of the Past lv1(87→117/200)
Balance Meditation lv2 (0→40/300)
Mimicry lv1 (4/200)
System ability: God's perspective lv2: range 20 meters.
"Now train and develop in a low-key and stable manner, waiting for the next convergence law attack."
"Unfortunately, there is still no clue about the expansion of 5/5's ability slots."
"What's a pity? Why did you get up so early?"
A soft greeting interrupted Dean's thoughts. A hot and delicate body pressed tightly against his broad back from behind, and a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.
Gretchen rested her chin on his shoulder and blew hot air coquettishly. A few strands of black hair playfully brushed the side of his face, while her cold little hands carelessly rubbed the muscles of the man's chest and abdomen.
Dean smiled and touched her hair,
"Is this still early? It's already five o'clock in the afternoon. If it's a little later, Martina and Thomas will come back from the date. Then they find that I slept with their daughter in their house, and they won't chase me to death."
As he spoke, he touched Gretchen's hair and put on his clothes as fast as lightning.
"Let's go, see you later."
…
In the evening, Dean hurried home.
From a distance, I could see the smoke curling up from the courtyard opposite, like marshmallows dotted in the orange fire clouds, emitting aromas of pepper, lemon juice, honey, ketchup and other mouth-watering aromas.
When Dean entered the yard, he saw Jacob, who was as burly as a grizzly bear in overalls and jeans, and Tangya, who was slender and slender in a black and white nun's uniform, applying condiments to the divided barbecue.
"Where did you go to play during the day? Come and try it." Tang Ya smiled kindly and handed over a plate of sizzling beef brisket mixed with a few pieces of crispy potatoes.
"Well... Auntie's craftsmanship is still as good as ever." Dean breathed in the hot air and gave a thumbs up.
"Don't just eat, come and help brush the ingredients." Jacob handed him a wool brush, but secretly exchanged a look with Tang Ya,
Dean's head moved, and he glanced inside the two-story building behind him from his God's perspective, and suddenly found a tall black figure hidden inside.
Dick dipped the meat, brushed the meat, and turned it over as if nothing had happened.
"Silly boy, where did your sharpness in shooting go? You don't even know how to brush materials. Watch my moves." Jacob immediately started chattering to attract his attention.
Tang Ya wiped the grease on her hands with a white cloth and quietly walked to his left, forming a circle on the left and right.
A tall figure walked out of the door quietly, holding his breath and silently approaching the grill.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he didn't know anything.
The black shadow grinned a ferocious smile, bent his back and knees, opened his hands, and lunged at his lower back.
The strong wind roared and a huge shadow like a hill pressed against the ignorant boy.
The moment when the sneak attack is about to succeed.
Dean suddenly turned around without warning, bent his knees, lowered his head, bowed his waist, and nimbly passed through the man's grasping hands like a civet cat, and at the same time threw himself into his arms with the middle door wide open.
Dean hugged him with both hands!
The muscles burst out under the clothes, and the steel-like arms locked the man's waist tightly.
At the same time, he rushed forward with both legs, like a rampaging rhinoceros holding the man's feet off the ground and running two meters backwards.
Plop!
Knocked down hard.
Dean used inertia and body gravity to press down.
The ground trembled slightly, and the sneak attacker groaned. He was instantly pressed to the ground, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free!
"Shet!"
"I surrender!"
The man's left hand quickly patted the grass a few times, and Dean released the restraint and grabbed him.
"You brat, do you have eyes on the back of your head? Can you spot them? Are you trying to murder me with so much force?" The big man with yellow skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, as tough as a doorman, rubbed his lower back, his weather-beaten face There was a happy smile on his fierce face.
Although the temperature is low in winter.
He was still only wearing a gray vest, revealing two arms as muscular as rocks.
"I'm just retaliating with tooth. Didn't you always teach me this before?"
Dean raised his head and smiled knowingly, opened his hands and gave the big man a heavy hug.
"Welcome home, Uncle Paqui!"
Tangya and Jacob stood side by side and looked at the two families gathered together, the smiles on their faces getting brighter.
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