Chapter 258 Changes

   Accompanied by Dean's thoughts.

  The final power attribute finally reached 15 points.

  A tingling warm current sprouted from the depths of the bone marrow, spread throughout the body, and finally turned into a cloud-like sense of nothingness, making Dean feel as if he was in a cloud, and as if he was swimming in the warm current of a hot spring, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

time flies.

  A subtle change appeared in Dean's body.

  First, the skeletal nerves of the whole body begin to shrink, becoming thicker and tougher, and then the heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney and five internal organs are active to meet the extremely strong life needs.

  Finally, the tissues of all parts of the body, such as flesh and blood, will all undergo metamorphosis

  The next day, six in the morning.

  Dean slowly opened his eyes.

  He immediately began to check his body.

   is different than expected.

  He originally thought that he would have that kind of sudden increase in vision, he could see the lines in the corner of the wall clearly, or the power surged all over his body, as if he could blast the wall in front of him...and other wonderful illusions.

   But neither.

  He only felt that he had returned to his mother's body last night and slept very comfortably.

   Nothing else.

  Dean squeezed his fist and let out a loud bang.

  Speed ​​and strength, etc., do feel stronger, but not obvious.

   There is no radical change in his imagination at all.

  He took off his clothes in disbelief, jumped out of bed, walked to the mirror, and looked at his body.

   After looking at it, I discovered the change.

If it is said that before reaching the limit, Dean's facial features belonged to a normal handsome guy, and he only relied on that kind of bad temperament to add points, then now, whether it is facial features, body proportions, or muscle lines, it gives people a very good look. Comfortable and well-coordinated taste!

   "It feels like the genes have been optimized."

  Dean touched his face a little narcissistically.

  Perhaps the perfect evolutionary direction of human beings in the future is similar to their own.

   One thing to say one thing.

  The person is still the same person as before, but if he is standing in front of some female enemies like this, maybe he can really win without a fight, and if he throws two guns, the opponent will probably have to scream a few words.

   "Hey, Neil is cheaper."

  The optimization of the simple appearance is not as good as the actual strength improvement, which is realistic.

  Dean flicked his gun somewhat desolately, turned around and went back to the bed to lie down, closed his eyes, his consciousness sank into his mind, and began to check the changes on the panel.

   "Panel!"

   "[Detective Panel]

  Character: Dean

   Level: 20 (2600/3800)

  Spirit: 15 (maximum)

   Strength: 15 (Ultimate)

   Speed: 15 (limit)

   Stamina: 15 (Ultimate)

  Skills: Pistol proficiency, ancient Muay Thai proficiency, Akaz school-mind reading L3, trace tracking L3, beast taming L1, slightly (click to open).

  Attribute points: 0

  Skill Points: 2

  Completed cases: omitted.

  Remark 1: The current panel has reached the limit of the first stage. After passing the trial, the second stage of the panel can be opened. There are dangers in the trial process. Once you die, the real world will also fall into a state of brain death. Please choose carefully!

  Remark 2: The title is enabled, currently none.

  Remark 3: The subspace is open.

  Remark 4: **** factors, the case weight changes, and the experience value of ordinary cases is greatly reduced. "

  Dean looked at the panel carefully and found four more notes on it.

  The most outrageous thing is the fourth note. I don't know what happened before, but it is actually in a blocked state.

   "This thing, the more it looks, the more it looks like an online game."

   Dean murmured in his heart.

  He focused on the notes.

   "Trial?"

  As Dean focused on the note, an explanation appeared in his mind, similar to an explanation.

   "Trial: Put your consciousness into the *** parallel world and complete the assigned task of solving the case!"

   "Title: According to the reputation, a corresponding spiritual title is formed. Each title has a special bonus and cannot be obtained actively. It only takes effect in the place where the reputation is spread, and the active influence is invalid."

   "Subspace: A new feature in the second phase of the panel. You can lock a fixed subspace and open it with spiritual power. Note that it cannot be opened in a coma state."

  “***: The level is too low, the authority is insufficient, and cannot be viewed.”

  Every note, Dean pondered word for word.

  Each note actually carries a core message.

  Remark 1, Trial!

  This is easy to understand. It is probably similar to a virtual game. After the next copy, it means that you are qualified and you can start the next game stage.

   This panel is miraculous, and traveling by yourself is also miraculous.

   To these things.

  Dean didn't bother to waste his brain cells thinking about why there was such a thing.

  Anyway, it’s good for you.

  As for the danger of the trial reminder.

   Dean might hesitate if there is no reminder of Remark 3.

   Subspace!

   This is something beyond modern understanding.

  Even if life is in danger, Dean will definitely try!

  Remark 2, title.

  Dean estimated that this thing is similar to other people's impression of himself.

  It's like a policeman, facing ordinary people and facing a cold-blooded butcher killer who is notorious, his attitude and spirit are completely different.

  The panel just embodies this kind of thing in a digital form.

  Remark 3, Subspace.

   This is amazing.

  Dean guessed that it might be an ability like space storage.

  If this is really the case, even if the space is small, only a few guns can be placed, which is a lot!

  Think about it.

  In case Dean is cheated one day and is imprisoned.

  When the other party is extremely proud.

   Dean flipped his palm, and a Vulcan Gatling suddenly appeared, da da da

  The picture is so beautiful.

   I dare not think about it, I really dare not think about it.

  This ability, whether it is used for self-protection or assassination, is absolutely perfect!

It can be said.

  The current subspace of Remark 3 is a complete surprise, exceeding Dean's expectations for this panel change!

   Even for this Remark 3.

  Even if the trial in Remark 1 may be life-threatening, Dean will never hesitate!

  The last is Remark 4.

   This core message seems to mean that the higher the level, the lower the income from solving crimes in the future.

  But Dean's concern is entirely on the description of "authority"!

  The level is too low, the authority is insufficient, and cannot be viewed!

   "What is the content of that ****?"

  When Dean thought of this problem, he felt itchy.

   Literally.

  Probably due to the different levels of characters, the permissions on the panel are different.

  So the most hidden thing is the origin of the panel?

   Pata~

  Dean watched the dawn sun outside the window and lit a cigarette.

  The meaning of living seems to be more.

   In his lifetime, he wished that he could know the answer to that ****.

  After washing.

  Dean simply conducted a self-test in the rental house.

  The test result was beyond his expectation again.

  After checking his body before, he thought that the improvement was not great, but after some tests, he found that both the brain and the body had changed a lot.

  One is more energetic, thinking, not like before, maintaining a state of high-intensity thinking, and getting tired easily.

   Concentration, shorthand, etc. have also improved slightly.

   This should simply be that the body is stronger, the energy is strong, and it feeds back the gods.

  Physical aspects.

   More coordinated.

  Dean found that his subtle control over the body almost reached a level that ordinary people could not understand.

   Simple to describe.

  He can manipulate ten fingers at the same time, perform different movements, and there will be no interference with each other, and at the same time, he can arbitrarily affect the fine muscle tissue of the body.

   is equal to saying.

  Dean can slap most of his body with a seemingly random slap now.

   This is a very scary thing.

   before lifting.

  Dean has tested it. He used his skills to exert force. The strength of a punch is about 800KG.

   But it requires great force skills.

   And this has not yet unleashed all of his strength.

  Because that's not realistic.

   It's different now.

  Now his unpretentious straight punch can explode with much stronger power than before.

   is probably the equivalent.

  Exclude the way of borrowing force.

  In the past, Dean could exert 70% or even 80% of his strength in actual combat through the proficiency level of ancient Muay Thai.

  Then the current him can explode with 100% physical strength every time he takes a shot.

  If Dean had this kind of control back then, even if he didn’t improve his Muay Thai level, it would be difficult for those so-called fighting masters to beat Dean, who is now tied with A and is going all out!

   Except fire coverage.

  Dean really can't think of who else is his opponent in pure physical combat.

   This is probably the invincible loneliness.

  Dean shook his head and went out contentedly, ready to continue the previous miniature model murder case.

On the way to work.

  Dean got a call from this guy Lawrence.

   "Dean, I think our team needs to come to your side for a while!" When Lawrence spoke, there was a lot of noise around him, and his tone was also very uncomfortable.

   Dean smiled.

  He probably guessed what was going on.

  The FBI Los Angeles branch was bombed yesterday.

   This ignited the biggest melon in the Los Angeles press this year.

  The bombing that was originally located in downtown Los Angeles was very eye-catching.

  Those people in the press are also supernatural. They don't know where to get the news. They know that the location of the explosion is the FBI branch in Los Angeles, and more than ten people were killed.

  So ever since.

   Now when you turn on the TV, you can see news discussing yesterday's bombing.

  All kinds of discussion speculation, so-called gossip, former FBI staff's inference on the identity of the attacker

   A mess.

  Before the FBI came forward to speak out, those reporters set their sights on the Los Angeles Police Department, especially the Fourth Squadron of the Murder Division, in order to get promoted and raise their salaries!

  From the time he called the patrol police for support, Dean knew that his identity could not be concealed.

  Many patrolmen like to sell some news to reporters who are lured by money, beauty and lure.

  Dean was masked at the time, just to reduce his sense of existence in front of the public.

  So he greeted the guys yesterday, and then everyone met at a private house around the precinct until the incident calmed down.

  Because they are the ones who got hurt by themselves.

  So Dean readily told Lawrence about their temporary work place, and asked him to bring beer and barbecue by the way when he came over, and we will have a good get together later.

   Today’s Fourth Squadron is not as good as the other three old squadrons in terms of staffing, but after Dean and Lawrence were both promoted to inspectors and led a team each, they are on the right track.

  Considering the murderer of the miniature model murder case, it is estimated that he is hiding now, and it will be difficult to catch him in a short time.

  Dean is not in a hurry anymore.

  Take advantage of this opportunity.

  He simply took the lead in fishing, openly leading everyone to barbecue during working hours.

the other side.

  A private pier in Los Angeles.

  A man Dean had seen, adjusted the glasses on his face, looked at the waves rippling in the waves, and pulled a small fish up with a thin line in his hand.

   "Architect, in fact, if you want to go fishing, you can take my private cruise ship and go directly to sea."

  A white-haired little white old man, wearing a nightgown, appeared behind the young man, holding a cup of coffee, and said lazily.

  The young man didn't turn his head back, and said in an indifferent voice: "The person who led me in is dead, you promised me the conditions, can you still do it?"

  The little old man shrugged:

"It's just a trivial matter. The problem is that one of the elders of the two hounds was killed by those detectives, and the other was lost in the bombing that is now very lively. Before the new elders take over the "Battle Royale Game", you NPCs , is now silent.

   But you already have the title.

   So there shouldn't be a problem in the end.

  Reputation and principles are the root cause of Lucifer's ability to maintain and continue to grow! "

   "Understood!", the young man threw the thin thread into the waves below again, with a very piercing smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm looking forward to the next battle royale game, doctor!"

   Now he is very glad that he agreed to the conditions of the hot girl, let the other party arrange cannon fodder, and attracted the firepower from the police detective, otherwise it would not be his turn to sit here and fish safely.

   When it comes to crime, I am really not good at it.

"I am looking forward too!"

  The little white man sipped the coffee in his hand, and showed the same penetrating smile.

A few days later.

  Dean took the information collected by everyone and read it carefully.

  The information in his hands is all about the employees of Mrs. Jin Department Store Foreign Trade Company located in Los Angeles.

   Then he discovered a very embarrassing thing.

  When the police took over the business building, there was a guy who claimed to be an employee of the office of Mrs. Jin’s foreign trade company. He forgot to bring something, and then took Dean back to the office, and showed him the information about Pu Budong.

But in fact.

   No such employee!

   That guy, there's a problem!

   "This is the portrait of that person, Harry, Carlo, I hope that one of you will be in charge of the underground, and the other will be in charge of the police. Try to find this guy!"

  Dean distributed the portrait he drew to the two of them.

  His current brain and body control, learning anything is the same as playing.

  Unknowingly.

  Dean has become a monster in the eyes of ordinary people.

  (end of this chapter)