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Chapter 172 - 142 Letter from Uncle’s Good Friend (Add 12 more for the leader of ’Night’s Brilliance’)_2

Chapter 172: Chapter 142 Letter from Uncle’s Good Friend (Add 12 more for the leader of ’Night’s Brilliance’)_2

She had known the way to die all along.

What a waste to have killed the Transformer and the Scarecrow, as coincidence had avenged her.

...

After Shi San had finished throwing up, it scuttled over to Brian and rubbed against his foot, "Woof woof woof~ (Big dog, I think I can think faster now~)"

"Any other feelings?"

"My paws are itchy~"

Brian nodded, "That’s good, all benign changes. I just don’t know if it’s because of your special physique or some other reason..."

If this reagent worked so miraculously on all animals, those developers must have known, considering biological experiments usually start with mice and gorillas.

So Shi San must be a special case.

Unfortunately, although his college major was biology, it was just some basic entry-level knowledge. Later, he was pulled into joining the Forensic Bureau and didn’t continue to study further; otherwise, Brian really felt the urge to grab Shi San for scientific research now.

He somewhat understood why there were so many mad scientists in the movies.

Humans really can’t restrain the urge to explore the unknown.

Shi San was very sensitive.

It felt that the big dog’s gaze was strange, giving it the creeps.

"Woof~ (Scared~)"

Shi San whispered, like a child afraid of their parents.

Brian snapped out of it.

He felt extremely ashamed.

Shi San was still a child, and he had actually had such thoughts!

No matter what...

He would have to wait until he learned more advanced knowledge and Shi San grew up a bit, then maybe take some blood or do research!

..

Out of a sense of guilt.

Besides calling Old Hardenn today to ask him to keep an eye on the progress of the case with the woman’s body in the tree, Brian spent the rest of the time playing outside with Shi San.

Shi San was very happy.

Today, it not only went to a place called an amusement park and played lots of games with the big dog, but it also claimed a lot of territories and recruited many new followers.

The big dog is really nice.

Want to stay with the big dog forever!

...

After resting for two days.

On Friday, Brian arrived at the B6 group office with Shi San, who wore a police dog tag, and clocked in for work on time.

Yes, Shi San also had to clock in.

Everyone came in quite early today.

It was evident that after resting for two days, everyone except Ivan, Glenn, and Brian’s subordinate Green was in good spirits.

Old Hardenn, seeing Glenn with a swollen and bruised face, gloated, "Oh oh oh, Glenn, did you sleep with someone else’s girlfriend and get beaten up?"

Glenn glared at Old Hardenn and retorted sarcastically, "I hope you can still be this happy when picking up your paycheck before the end of the workday, because if you don’t apologize to me, I will call each of those girls and tell them to come and pick up the money."

The girls he mentioned were all strippers duped by Old Hardenn, the age-defying rascal.

Those women demanded a hefty sum, causing Old Hardenn to pay a lot.

Watching the two bicker, others watched the show with glee, later discussing how they’d spend their paycheck.

The new group members were particularly looking forward to it.

The NW Operations Department issued biweekly paychecks, generally on the second and fourth Fridays of the month, unless scheduled otherwise, with recipients signing for their paychecks.

If there were bonuses, they would also be issued with the checks.

For those who were spendthrifts,

This mode of distribution was quite satisfying as it was hard to save money.

...

This morning, there was still no case.

It wasn’t that Los Angeles had become safer, but rather that the NW Operations had recently formed six new C team groups, resulting in the cases being distributed elsewhere in this period.

Otherwise, with such a large place and violent crimes tripled, the previous allocation was not ample to keep up without rest or respite.

It’s foreseeable.

If the frequency of cases doesn’t decrease, the emergence of a D team isn’t impossible.

At noon.

Due to increased physical needs and a much bigger appetite, Brian, along with Shi San, decided to eat out alone.

As they left the gate.

The new gatekeeper, who had been there for a few days, suddenly stopped Brian, "Hey, Brian, Autopsy Officer, there’s a letter for you."

"A letter?"

Brian lowered the car window, surprised, "You mean someone sent me a letter, to here?"

Now, other than his cousin Fooly, who was far away, he only had close relationships with his colleagues in Team B6. Who would send him a letter?

"I’m not sure, the letter was delivered just after eleven."

The gatekeeper handed Brian a tightly sealed yellow envelope, "Open it and see."

Brian took the envelope, "Alright, thanks."

The envelope felt thin.

Brian sniffed it and detected several faint biological scents belonging to different people, but none was strong, and there were no specific harmful substances inside the envelope.

This was the entrance, not a suitable place to read a letter.

Brian put away the letter and drove to the restaurant.

Half an hour later.

After a satisfying meal, Brian, accompanied by Shi San, returned to the car and opened the envelope.

Inside was a simple folded white paper.

Brian let Shi San sniff it to ensure there were no peculiar smells before he, wearing gloves, unfolded the paper.

The first thing he saw was a line of handwritten text,

"I’m glad such an outstanding descendant like you is among the beasts."

"Oh, by the way, ’beast’ is Billy’s codename in the organization."

"You can call me Macho Man."

"If you need help, you can find me at Daddy’s Grocery Store, 372 Ming Lai Street."

- A friend of Billy: Macho Man

He put away the letter.

Brian’s face showed shifting expressions.

His uncle Billy had mentioned in his belongings that someone would come looking for him.

He was mentally prepared for this, but hadn’t expected it so soon.

"Ah..."

Brian sighed.

Even in death, his uncle arranged everything perfectly, forcing him to move in the desired direction—it was really annoying!

Unfortunately, Billy miscalculated Brian’s growth speed and was utterly unaware of his grotesque awakening ability.

To follow this path or not.

Now, it depended on Brian’s mood.

The worst case scenario was just abandoning his current identity and adopting a new one.

"Just abandoning my identity, I can’t bear to part with Susan..."

Brian shook his head, "No, running away won’t solve the problem. Let’s go check out the situation first."

He took out his phone, greeted Green, indicating he would return late, then turned the car around, heading towards the address on the letter.

At that moment,

Inside the shabby grocery store, a scrawny old man lying on a rocking chair, humming a tune and leisurely enjoying the afternoon, suddenly stiffened.

He touched the thin hair on his head, "Strange, why do I feel a chill..."