In the darkness, Dean slowly opened his eyes.

He instinctively wanted to turn on the light, but the next moment, he was stunned.

"This is..."

Dean's eyes widened.

I saw a slightly gray world, with the faint lights on the street, floating in his field of vision, as if wearing a night vision device, but the visual effect presented by the night vision device was much clearer and more natural.

It's night vision!

Dean thought he was mistaken and rubbed his eyes.

But everything in the field of vision remains the same.

He hurriedly restrained his mind, wanting to see if there was an explanation for this change on the panel.

However, the panel is in the same state as it was in the dungeon world.

Suddenly.

Dean thought of the extra feature on the panel: the body of the beast!

Body of the Beast: Your physical body has reached the structural limit of the current human race, and if you continue to upgrade, you will dig deeper into the optimized explicit gene...

Could it be that this is the effect of the genes hidden in the depths of one's body after being excavated?

What a surprise!

Dean hurriedly got up and walked to the mirror in the room, and stuck it to the mirror by the faint light coming in from the outside world, wanting to see if there would be anything wrong with his eyes.

Animal kingdom.

Many animals have the ability to see at night, but their eyes will correspondingly show similar phenomena such as reflection, changes in children's eyelets, and so on.

If so, that's not good.

But Dean was quick to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the dark environment, although there are obvious changes in one's own child's hole compared with the daytime, there will be no obvious anomalies such as reflections, and others in this environment will not be able to find those changes at all.

He went to the window again and looked out at the deserted, dead street.

With the light source comes into view.

Dean noticed that everything in his field of vision was beginning to be in a state of transition between normal and gray, allowing him to see both bright spots and areas that were not shrouded in light.

The entire field of vision, although not as good as during the day, is already very against the sky!

After a moment of perusing this strange change, Dean grinned.

I'm getting more and more inhuman!

The night breeze is gentle.

The dark night sky without stars felt very kind in the eyes of Dean, who was in a good mood.

He turned around, wanting to turn on the lights in his room and see if anyone had been looking for him all day of his sleep.

Suddenly.

Dean paused, his nose twitching slightly, and a faint, but certainly presence, of the sound of Bibo Bipo's electric microphone echoed in the ear porch.

In the night breeze, with a faint smell of disinfectant and blood.

Combined with the direction of the wind.

He automatically located to the building next door.

The sound of electric mic, which had never been heard before, was also coming from that side!

This intrigued Dean.

I thought about it.

He turned around, returned to the bedside, got dressed, brought his documents, guns, mobile phones and other items, went out, and jumped with a boost, like a glider, over the fence more than one meter high next door, and the moment he landed, he rolled and unloaded, and quietly sneaked into the neighbor's yard.

Habits brought about by past lives.

When Dean rented this single-family house, he had a clear understanding of the topography of the neighborhood and the surrounding neighbors, and knew where each family's external surveillance was placed.

This makes it easier for him to do things on a whim at times that are inconvenient for people to know.

Dean easily avoided the surveillance of the neighbor's house, followed the increasingly strong smell in his nose, buckled his bare hands to the brick wall of the house, came to the window on the second floor, and looked inside.

This is supposed to be some girl's bedroom.

In the room, the night light is orange and illuminates the small desk located directly in front of the window.

A dark-haired girl, facing the window, oblivious to the prying eyes of the window, kept tapping her fingers on a wireless device that looked like a typewriter, as if sending out some kind of information.

This should be a special kind of station.

Unfortunately.

After Dean evolved, his ears happened to catch the radio waves of a special frequency sent by this special radio station.

Behind the girl, there is a red plastic bucket and a mop.

Next to the mop is a large pile of black bags.

The strong smell of disinfectant came from the still damp floor of the room and the red plastic bucket, which had apparently undergone a cleaning before Dean arrived.

And the subtle smell of blood came from those black plastic bags!

..

Outside the window.

Dean narrowed his eyes.

As a former scavenger, he is all too familiar with this situation!

I've met my peers!

If he's not mistaken.

This family should be a middle-aged overseas Chinese couple, whose ancestral home is Hong Kong Island, and they opened a barbecued pork shop in Chinatown.

This middle-aged overseas Chinese couple is also a good person, and when Dean first moved over, they also gave him some snacks to welcome him.

The only pity is that this middle-aged couple has no children.

It depends.

This is a good couple, but the result is not good!

Dean looked away from the black plastic bags and to the girl facing the window.

The girl's side face is hidden by long black hair, but judging from the skin on the exposed palms and the way she is dressed, she should not be very old.

The key Dean hadn't seen each other before.

I thought about it.

Dean didn't alarm the girl inside.

He returned to the surface, then left the neighbor's yard, evaded the surveillance all the way, came to a public phone booth, called the police, and directly said that he had accidentally found a homicide.

Hang up.

Dean returned to his lodgings, changed into his pajamas, and set up his surroundings for the police to arrive.

...

The tips of the panel are accurate.

He stayed in the copy world for several days, and in the real world, only a few hours passed, not a day at all.

So there are no missed calls on the phone.

Boredom.

Dean simply played with the subspace he had just gotten.

This thing, very magical, seems to be shrouded in his surroundings, separated by a layer of space, in the size of the space, to collect the items he wants to collect in the air.

It's an amazing feeling.

As long as Dean wanted to store something, it was as if there was a bubble that was invisible to the naked eye, extending along his body parts, swallowing what he touched.

And want to take it out.

The 'bubble', which is invisible to the naked eye, will follow Dean's mind and spit the item to the place where he wants to spit out.

Of course, this range is only limited to a one-meter radius of Dean.

Moreover, the bubble does not have the cutting power of space, and can only store dead objects that are complete and independent and whose volume does not exceed the storage range, and cannot be put in such flowers and plants as in potted plants.

It seems that it doesn't matter if it's animals or

As long as it is a living object, it will be resisted by subspace.

Dean was not disappointed, but delighted!

Because of this ability to store in the air, it is equivalent to saying that his previous fantasy of storing bullets and then stimulating them has a high probability of being achieved, and at the same time, he is equivalent to an invisible protective shield around him.

In times of crisis, this protective shield can 'devour' the bullets and other dead objects that have been fired, and even bounce back with Dean's wishes!

When I think about it.

Dean's body was trembling almost with excitement.

If his conjecture can come true, in a way, it is simply invincible!

If it weren't for the fact that it was late at night and the police were coming soon, he would almost have resisted the urge to shoot himself!

..

Fortunately, the torment time is not long.

About twelve or thirteen minutes after the police call, two police cars with flashing red and blue lights came to the courtyard of Dean's neighbor.

Generally, this kind of patrol vehicle on night duty has two people in one car.

So here are four patrol officers.

Obviously, they attached great importance to the murder that Dean said on the phone, and did not follow the usual procedures, but only sent a police car over.

Dean stood behind the curtains, peering through the gaps to see outside.

He was hoping that something would go wrong.

In this way, he can take the opportunity to be awakened, and then join the battle with a gun, and by the way, take the opportunity to fire a few shots and test his conjecture!

Under Dean's gaze.

Three men and one woman, four heavily armed police officers, first observed the house and made sure that there was a faint light on the second floor, and then they dispersed in groups of two.

One of the male and female groups rang the doorbell.

The other two male police officers, one holding a very classic Remington M870 shotgun, and the other holding a semi-automatic rifle, hid out of sight of the surveillance, just in case.

The arrival of the police obviously surprised the girl in the house.

She immediately turned off the lamp where her room was located, as if trying to pretend that the owner was asleep.

But this only aroused the suspicion of the four police officers even more.

They waited for a while, and when they saw that there was no movement in the house, they gestured to each other.

One of the police officers, armed with shotguns, waited until his companions dispersed, pointed at the door frame, and fired a shot.

There was a loud bang.

The wooden door lock directly appeared a large hole.

The other three, with a good degree of cooperation, rushed in under each other's cover and went straight to the second floor.

The next moment.

The screams of the women, the roars of the police, the warnings, broke the calm of the night...

Soon.

A girl who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old was escorted out of the house by the police.

The faces of the four officers were all ugly.

Especially the policewoman, her psychological quality may be a little worse, and after she came out, she couldn't help but squat next to the street sewer, squatting down and vomiting.

Obviously, Dean's guess was not wrong.

His good-tempered neighbor couple is likely to have gaggled and been divided...

...

"Something is wrong."

Seeing that there was no gunfight and that the girl did not resist, Dean touched his chin, and suspicion flashed in his eyes.

The girl's handling of the corpse is not very professional.

But after she disposed of the corpse, she was able to use a wireless telegraph to send certain messages to the outside world with a clear mind, which was obviously not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"Forget it!"

Dean shook his head.

There's everyone in the United States.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

...

Because of the copy, there was not much time delayed.

So Dean's vacation, there's still a full day.

The next day, it was slightly cooler.

Dean couldn't hold back any longer, and was ready to drive to the suburban shooting range to study the magic of subspace.

When the car drove to the street outside the neighbor's yard.

Dean noticed that a cordon had been cordoned off, and that many neighbors had gathered to discuss what had happened last night in front of the house.

This is actually quite normal.

This side is just off Chinatown, and most of the Chinese people live around, so there are very few shootings.

Last night's shotgun movement was not small.

So early in the morning, there were a lot of residents who came to watch the excitement and gossip.

And when they found out that the person who had the trouble was the owner and his wife who had a good reputation in the surrounding barbecued pork restaurant, there were even more curious and worried residents.

Many of these people are regulars at barbecued pork restaurants.

Some people have a good relationship with the boss couple.

"I hope these people know that the owner and his wife of the barbecued pork restaurant will not have a psychological shadow on the barbecued pork after being divided into pieces of meat."

Dean shook his head, stepped out of the street, pulled up his horse, and drove toward the suburbs.

Compared to what happened to the neighbors.

He now wants to know more about whether his subspace can devour bullets and even missiles and become his bug-like defensive artifact!