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Chapter 157 - 134 Shi San Gets Organized, Encountering the Troublesome Teddy Group

Chapter 157: Chapter 134 Shi San Gets Organized, Encountering the Troublesome Teddy Group

"Tree-Top Female Corpse Case: Tied to a dramatic family saga—a forced drug sale and a hit-and-run case."

After hearing what had happened, everyone at the scene was somewhat sighing.

But by the next day, no one was mentioning it anymore.

Every day, there are people and events that meet with misfortune. Unless it happens to oneself, most can only mention it when it comes to mind: "Oh, that poor, beautiful girl, truly a tragedy born from her original family. We really should advocate for more mental and emotional care for children..."

The others echoed a few sentences, then quickly changed the topic.

The next day, after handing off the female corpse case, Brian casually asked about the progress of Ivan and his team, then grabbing the sketch pad, began coaching Shi San.

Shi San wore a forlorn expression.

It felt its dog life was quite tough.

It longed to run wildly outside, enjoying the pleasure of being the boss and leading a pack of dogs to bully cats and chase raccoons.

Brian found its expression amusing. After pinching its slightly meaty cheeks, he took a deep breath, picturing Susan, and began to draw, something he hadn’t touched since graduating from kindergarten.

Under the control of his Body Control talent,

even though Brian had never formally learned to sketch, his drawings of people or items had a certain style of lines and shadows.

Apart from not resembling anything at all, it looked quite neat.

"Damn!"

"What a shitty drawing!"

Brian looked at the mess of lines on the sketchpad, tossed the pencil aside, and ripped off the paper to destroy the evidence.

"This thing, I really need to learn some techniques," Brian realized he needed to find a teacher.

Seeing the big dog’s unstable mood, Shi San shrunk its head, thinking to sneak away but got lifted by Brian and placed on the table: "Come on, draw how you see me."

Confidence comes from comparison.

Brian felt that before learning to draw, he needed to build up some confidence.

Without waiting for Shi San’s refusal, he stuffed a sketching pencil into its mouth.

Shi San: ...

Several minutes later.

Shi San lay on the table listlessly, its tongue limply sticking out, its big eyes looking hopefully at Brian, hoping the big dog would praise it.

Looking at the drawing, which featured a tiny matchstick man and a matchstick dog almost as tall as itself, Brian suddenly thought of a phrase: "A dog looking down on people."

He realized that dogs’ perspectives differ from humans’, and even if Shi San could sketch, it seemed unable to transfer what it saw into what humans might see.

Maybe with detailed teaching, it could, but that would be too much trouble.

Brian hated hassle.

The plan to teach Shi San sketching then crumbled halfway.

...

Today was the last workday of the week.

Apart from the ’Teddy Group,’ busy as dogs with a case, people in the office seemed lax and lackluster, occasionally chatting about where to head after work.

Real people don’t enjoy working.

Brian felt the same.

Having lost the joy of playing with dogs,

he relaxed on his chair, feet on the desk, a deck of cards continuously shifting in his skilled hands, demonstrating the dexterity of his long fingers.

This was sleight-of-hand magic, manipulating and changing cards using skill.

Brian was very interested in it.

He had learned many sleight-of-hand techniques before, but with his hands not being very nimble, he gave up due to boredom, until recently, when his Body Control talent motivated him to pick it up again.

Unfortunately, his memory wasn’t particularly outstanding.

After playing a few times, although Brian could easily execute various highly difficult techniques, he couldn’t remember all the card’s positions.

Unable to remember, he couldn’t accurately control the change of the cards.

Otherwise, Brian might have dragged his office colleagues to play and let them reacquaint themselves with the office gambling god.

Beside him, Shi San, free from the big dog’s oppression, languidly lay beside Brian’s feet, paws up, tongue hanging out, enjoying the breeze from the window in a very relaxed dog pose.

It was during this time of angling while at work for both human and dog.

Secretary Edna approached Brian with a box.

She looked at Brian’s nimble fingers, swallowed subconsciously, and placed the box on the desk: "Brian, this is the official issue from logistics after internal affairs verification for Shi San. Inside, there’s its identification, uniform, custom dog tags..."

Hearing its name,

Shi San flipped and sat up, its big eyes blinking as it looked at the box in Edna’s hands.

Brian was also energized.

He swept up the cards in his hand, tossed them onto the table, and took the box: "They’re that efficient over there?"

Edna smiled and patted Shi San’s head: "It’s quite normal. Shi San helped our team solve the citywide poisoning case. No one would hold up the certification of a police dog."

At these words, Brian nodded.

Previously, at the crematorium, a maniac bent on revenging society by hunting drug-addicts manufacturing drugs had been quickly handled by Brian and Shi San within a few hours and packaged as a gift for Susan.

Back then, Susan had mentioned getting Shi San an NW Action Department police dog certification, affiliated with Team B6.

He hadn’t expected to receive feedback in just over a week.

...

Upon hearing that Shi San had become a police dog,

Old Hardenn tossed his mouse, Green threw the case files in his hands and all hurried over to watch the excitement.