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Chapter 165 - 139 The Case of the Female Corpse in the Tree: Easter Egg, Breaking the Human Limit! (Crowdfunding Reward Extra Double Episode 2)_2

Chapter 165: Chapter 139 The Case of the Female Corpse in the Tree: Easter Egg, Breaking the Human Limit! (Crowdfunding Reward Extra Double Episode 2)_2

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"Out of control..."

Brian shook his head.

He glanced at the slightly bright sky outside and turned on the TV.

At this time, there were only some paid programs, a few soap operas, or some news rebroadcasts from before.

Brian lay down on the sofa in a comfortable position and switched the TV to the news replay channel.

On the screen was a television reporter interviewing a bearded gun store owner:

"Mr. Sprance, we’ve noticed that a lot of gun stores have been seeing long lines..."

"Yes, my business is doing very well, exceptionally well, in fact, I’ve sold out completely. My brother’s shooting range business is also booming. Oh, and by the way, if there are any brothers with great gun skills wanting to make some extra cash, feel free to head over to XX shooting range and apply to be an instructor..."

This sly store owner, taking advantage of the interview, quickly plugged his brother’s shooting range.

The reporter hurriedly signaled the cameraman to turn the camera and said to the audience, "This is the thirteenth gun store owner we’ve interviewed on the ground. According to our staff’s statistics, since October, the gun store business in the entire Los Angeles area has improved by at least three hundred and seventy-six percent over previous months. The large number of firearms has led to a decline in public safety, and this decline in safety has, in turn, led to even more residents rushing to buy guns and ammunition. Inside..."

Brian immediately changed the channel.

After the Blood Moon, the public security situation around the world had significantly deteriorated.

People’s patience had diminished a lot, and their actions had become much more extreme.

Perhaps previously a simple "what are you looking at" would end with just an argument, but now it could end with the drawing of guns or knives, never content without seeing blood.

In addition, there were the crimes committed by new types of Mutants hidden among the population.

Just in Los Angeles County alone, the number of violent homicides in a little over a month had caught up with the last half a year’s tally, with the growth rate surpassing three hundred percent and still rising.

However, according to NW internal data,

This situation would slowly diminish over one to two years after the Blood Moon and eventually return to previous normal levels.

"...Disney co-branded children’s self-defense rifles, available in a choice of colors, simple to operate, and light enough to weigh less than a kilogram. Even a six-year-old child can use it to protect themselves. Order now and receive a customized charm accessory. What are you waiting for..."

This was a military hardware merchant’s advertisement.

Brian:..

Is it necessary to be this absurd?

The progression of madness in this United States was even more exaggerated than in his previous life.

Brian lost interest in watching TV.

Forget it.

It was getting late; time to set out and address the Beastman Mutant’s obsession.

...

Shi San was young and loved sleep.

Brian didn’t wake it up, just picked it up and placed it in the passenger seat before heading towards the suburbs.

Termite distribution was widespread.

But the most common area was still near farms.

There, there was enough food to nurture the termite colonies and allow them to grow their population.

Brian planned to go to the pig farm where Soraya, the victim of the previous case, was held; first to fulfill the obsession, and secondly to visit the brown-nosing guard Doli’s home to check on his speculation about the case.

That case, it always seemed too simple for him.

Too smooth, and too coincidental.

..

The small town was still the same.

No significant changes had occurred here in two days.

Moreover, it wasn’t even seven o’clock yet.

Aside from a few residents who got up early to jog, there were hardly any people on the streets.

Brian arrived outside Doli’s house only to find that he wasn’t home.

It was still early.

Most nearby residents were likely still asleep.

Brian didn’t disturb them, turned the car around, and headed for the pig farm.

Along the rough path.

Ten minutes later.

Brian’s rickety car arrived at a clearing outside the pig farm he had visited once before.

He didn’t go directly there, but instead, found a suitable high point to activate Eagle Eye, overseeing the pig farm hidden in the woods nearly two thousand meters away.

What surprised Brian was.

Only two days after the resolution of Soraya’s case, while the case proceedings were still ongoing and likely not going to be short, people had started to reappear around the pig farm.

So early in the morning.

Inside the pig farm, several older men and women dressed in ragged clothes and wielding various tools busily cleaned and spruced up the interior and exterior, the wooden cabins meant for pleasures, and the open space.

Nearby, piles of neatly pruned wood were stacked up.

They seemed to be preparing for expansion and renovation...

Just then.

A familiar figure, no longer in the previous disheveled state, dressed in a pricey suit and full of vigor, emerged from the loft of the wooden hut at the back of the pig farm. He stretched his arms open toward the desolate wilderness as if embracing the territory of his own kingdom...

That person was none other than the ’kind-hearted brown-noser,’ the guard who had let Soraya go during the previous case—Doli!

"I knew there was something off with this case."

Brian, from a great distance, watched Doli and lit up a cigarette with a smile.

In fact, he had felt something was not quite right at the time.

One reason was that it was all too smooth.

Another was that Soraya’s body wasn’t discovered until two days later.

That meant two days had already passed when Doli had secretly let Soraya go!

Why hadn’t he faced any repercussions?

Although Doli had explained that it might be because the owner of the pig farm was moving the scene and disposing of the traces, fearing to attract police attention, that excuse still seemed too far-fetched.