In the early morning, a golden ray of sunlight pours into the window.

"A good Sunday."

Dean got up from the couch, stretched, refreshed, the tiredness of last night vanished, he examined a wound on his left shoulder, the bleeding had completely stopped, but he couldn't do martial arts training for the next three or four days, otherwise the wound would open again.

Dean went into the kitchen, baked bread, fried eggs, prepared milk and called Rust downstairs.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Hmm... Not bad... I had a dream, I dreamed that the two of us were successfully admitted to the University of Arizona, the Department of Astronomy..."Rust nibbled on steamed buns, compared to the pig's head with a blue nose and swollen face last night, his face looked much better today, but he was still a little swollen,

"Why the Arizonian Department of Astronomy? Shouldn't it be a police academy to continue the glory of our detective duo? Dean jokingly took a sip of milk, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, the old CRT TV had been smashed by the mob who had broken into the house, but Uncle Paqui went back to the city to buy a second-hand one.

Rust smiled weakly, thinking to himself that you guys have killed a pervert, and you went to the police academy to take the police academy and throw yourself into the net?

"You forgot... I used to love stargazing at the stars in the Alaskan countryside... Maybe I'll be an astronaut in the future. ”

"I wish you a dream come true."

…

"Urgent report, there was a homicide last night in the south side of Vegas, at the top of Moncalo Mountain!"

A magnetic female voice on the television interrupts the conversation.

Two eyes swept over.

The gate of a luxurious villa appears in the picture.

A line of police SUVs blocked the entrance, and Vegas police officers with LVPD badges flashing on their chests were pulling a cordon to block the building.

Several news camera crews were on the line, and the flashes of the cameras were flashing.

Soon, a broad-minded female reporter appeared in the center of the frame,

"The deceased, Bob Lowe, the owner of the villa, had just turned twenty-two years old."

According to the young people who participated in the party, Bob was warm and friendly on weekdays, and was loved by his teammates on the baseball team and the teachers and students of the middle school next door... Bob Law held a birthday party last night, hundreds of invitees were present, and there were many people involved, LVPD mobilized a large number of police forces, and is urgently investigating. ”

"Phew! Sling the bull! ”

Rust chewed the bacon in his mouth with disdain, as if he was gnawing on Bob's meat,

Bob's father was James Lowe, a well-known Vegas hotel mogul, who had a lot of assets under his name, and in addition to running hotels and theaters in Las Vegas, he also had properties on the West Coast.

The female reporter's eyes lit up and she pursed her slightly thick lips. "James Lowe has only one son, Bob Lowe."

"Man, you've got a big hole." Rust muttered curiously. "If the only son dies, who will leave the legacy of this rich man to in the future?"

"Maybe this hotel tycoon has an illegitimate child outside?" Dean guessed.

"The tycoon has received the news that he is flying back to Vegas from the East Coast because he can't bear the pain of losing his son."

Female Reporter Broadcast,

"According to insiders, the murderer's modus operandi was extremely brutal and seemed to involve some kind of mysterious religious ritual... If you have more clues... Please call 432... Contact the news station, and you will be rewarded. “

"Vegas Morning News reporter Catherine Medici has you covered, so stay tuned for more news..."

……

Click.

Dean changed the table.

Marine Fauna Records –

Ouou –

Seagulls sing.

A dolphin leaps gracefully out of the sea, and the smooth blue sea is reflected in the red sun rising over the horizon.

Whew—a strange cold wind was blowing.

Rust was covered in a spirit, inexplicably feeling a little uncomfortable, as if there was a pair of unknown eyes staring at him in the dark.

What's wrong with me?

He took a sip of milk and looked at Dean across the table,

"When something happens to a rich family, COP moves as fast as his own father dies! But I'm curious, how the hell did you get rid of Bob? Why should the big-breasted woman in the news be described as particularly ferocious? ”

"He's suffered much less than Mona."

Dean's face was calm, and he glanced at the empty spot above the meal between the two.

The summoned Shadow of the Past was sitting cross-legged there, staring at Mona's portrait on the wall.

The sunlight that spilled in from the window fell on it, like falling into a black hole, and was completely absorbed.

Rust doesn't know anything about it.

Dean bowed.

After verification, ordinary people can't see the shadow of the past with the naked eye, and it is not afraid of the sun.

He then sent Shadow back to his body.

……

"Dude... It's time for Grace to get off the night shift, and I'll have to go back and see before she worries. ”

"Then come back to the confession, I'll play the role of COP."

The two quickly rehearsed three times, much smoother than last night.

"By the way, Rust, come to school the day after tomorrow and bring Nikon."

Dean thought, the human eye can't see the shadow, so what about other imaging equipment?

He's going to continue verifying.

Rust made an OK gesture.

"Man, remember we're on the same page." Dean put his arm around his shoulders and said, "In addition, what happened yesterday made me realize some of my mistakes in the past, and you can't let others bully you casually in the future, do you want to learn something new?" ”

"What's that?"

"How do you think I managed to settle that strong man Bob?" Dean lowered his center of gravity and stretched out his arms, making a wrestling stance, and then a clean straight right punch, which made Rust blink, "My uncle taught me some new moves, do you want to learn them?" ”

Rust's mouth opened wide in surprise, and he couldn't wait,

"How about starting at school the day after tomorrow?"

……

Rust leaves.

Dean brought a lighter, a kitchen knife, a tape measure... and Colt, who had two rounds left M1911A1 out the door.

He did not return to the scene of the crime.

There is a theory in the criminal mind that the murderer will inevitably return to the scene of the crime, and he will never go back to reveal his flaws.

Dean took the initiative to visit his neighbor across the road.

The bearded fat man is holding a pair of pruning shears to tidy up his garden,

"Good morning, Uncle Jacob, I'm going to go on a weekend hike, but I'm afraid of losing time, can you lend me your watch?"

"It's time to go out on a sunny weekend."

Jacob put down his pruning scissors and went into the house to take out an old quartz watch.

"Here, boy... Listen to Tang Ya said you had a crazy game yesterday? I didn't see anyone all night, and the apple pie she prepared was wasted. ”

Jacob's big furry hand rubbed Dean's head and winked at him, who resisted the discomfort of being treated like a child.

"Yesterday I went home around 5 p.m., and I went to sleep when I entered the house, and I slept until the early hours of the morning when I woke up hungry."

Dean accentuated his tone slightly at five.

"Oh, five o'clock. Then you're missing out on a big meal. ”

"How about letting me see your and Tang Ya's craftsmanship again tonight?"

……

Skillfully reconcile confessions with neighbors.

Dean left the community and walked for about half an hour along the quiet path into the mountain forest behind.

Found a remote and uninhabited wood.

Start the experiment in the middle of the clearing.

Cloak-like black smoke billowed out of Dean's back and landed in front of him into a vague human form that flickered on the surface.

"To avoid confusion in the name, from today onwards, your name is Ei." Dean said in his heart.

Take a look at your watch and remember the initial time of summoning.

"As you wish."

Its voice rang out over Dian's head.

It can't speak and speak in a normal way, and can only communicate with Dean in a psychic way.

"How much do you remember from that past?" Dean asked.

It sent back an incomprehensible emotion with a dull face, and crouched on the ground in the sunlight that shone in the woods.

"After becoming a ghost, my thinking ability has become lower, and I can't understand too complex issues."

Dean thought so, slightly sympathetic to his predecessor.

But that's not a bad thing for him.

After all, if there is a normal person's soul in his body, he will feel that he is being watched and has no privacy.

……

Dean then issued a series of commands to Shadow, testing its strength and speed.

The results surprised him.

Although this guy is just a ghost with low intelligence, his combat effectiveness is quite good.

Its strength is about twice that of Dean, and in the wrestling, it can easily defeat and suppress Dean, and the illusory slender arm lifts Dean above his head with all his strength, and it will not damage its body due to excessive force like a living body.

It has no stamina, and as long as it is summoned, it can always exert its power at maximum power, carrying Dean Manlin around.

……

Dean used a tape measure and a table to do a rough test.

It can reach a maximum speed of almost 20 m/s, which is also more than twice as fast as itself, but when it moves at the fastest speed, it can no longer be called a run.

Instead, it turned into a black cloud suspended in the air and flew directly.

Dean rubbed his temples and scanned them with all his might, only to see a blurry black shadow flying between the poplars like a black ribbon.

It's incredibly fast.

But once "Shadow" left the ten meters around Dean's body, it was as if he had hit a wall and could not move on.

"So, Shadow can only move within a radius of ten meters around me."

Is this a restriction after the system naturalizes it? The limits are great, but perverted enough, with such amazing strength and speed, combined with the ability to become invisible.

"Shadow" can easily kill a bunch of ordinary people in hand-to-hand combat.

"Next is strike resistance."

Dean endured the discomfort in his brain and held Colt's M1911A1.

When the shooting skill takes effect, relevant information naturally comes to mind.

This pistol is a modified version of the M1911, which is still in mass use by the police today, and the proud work of Browning.

Semi-automatic, effective firing range 50 meters.

Fires 0.45-inch automatic pistol rounds, which are fed by a 7-round single-row cassette magazine, with strong stopping power and inferior penetration, making it suitable for close-range kills.

The recoil and power of the M1911A1 should not be underestimated, and a single shot that hits the human torso is likely to be fatal.

Bob had already loaded the gun last night, so there was no need to repeat it.

Dean held the arc-shaped grip with anti-slip lines in his right hand, snapped the manual safety on the left rear of the sleeve with his thumb, and pressed the trigger on the distal knuckle of his index finger, aiming at the "shadow" 7 or 8 meters away.

At present, Dean's shooting level is too low, and the distance is too far to shoot a high probability of missing, let alone hitting a certain body part.

Bang!

A short burst of gunfire rang out in the woods.

Bullet casings are thrown away.

The moment the bullet hits the shadow.

Dean's hands and wrists trembled visibly, and his eyes widened.

The shadow's whole body underwent a strange change, suddenly losing its human form, collapsing and shrinking inward, and its body condensed into an irregular black sphere.

When the warhead entered it, it was like being wrapped in a tough sponge, unpowered, and instantly weightless to the ground.

In the next second, Shadow regained its human form, seemingly undamaged.

"Solidify your body and increase your resistance to physical blows, enough to resist firearms."

"M1911A1 more powerful than the average pistol. Since it can resist, melee weapons such as daggers and clubs should also be fine. ”

Then it came to a crisis situation of last resort -

Dean's eyes lit up with excitement,

"I could summon the shadow and use it as a shield to block my gun, or simply transform it into a suit of armor that covers all sides."

Dean thought of it and did it, and ordered Shadow to fly over and wrap his body, except for the breathing hole between his mouth and nose, Dean put on an invisible "armor".

This layer of armor is almost weightless, and it does not affect Dean's physical movement, but when he reaches out and touches it, he can feel a layer of cool gas, as if he has put his hand in cotton.

Dean gripped a sharp Swiss knife, and the tip of the knife stabbed his left forearm in a flash of cold light.

But the blade was like a tough cowhide, and it was bounced away in an instant, and even the skin was not cut.

"The defense is good, the shadow is essentially a ghost, then this move is called 'ghost armor'."

"Looking at it now, Shadow can not only stealthily manipulate weapons in close combat, but also act as a shield and armor, which is worthy of superpower."

And there are other uses waiting to be discovered.

Di's head was uplifted, and inspiration flowed through his mind.

"Since you can condense the body, what about the reverse operation?"

Bang!

Dean pulls the trigger again.

This time, the shadow changed very differently, and the black body suddenly vaporized and spread out to the surroundings, changing its color from black to gray.

The bullet passed directly through the gray mist and hit the trunk of a poplar tree behind it.

"The ability to transform one's body, to switch between the virtual and the real, is no weaker than stealth."

"Now, blur your facial features, don't be like me anymore."

Dean continued to give orders,

As Shadow did as she was told, the contours of its face instantly flattened, like a pitch-black faceling.

"You'll stay like this for the rest of the year."

In this way, even if there are other special groups, such as the legendary psychic eyes and psychic vision, who see the shadow, they cannot immediately associate it with Dean based on their appearance.

Dean took a deep breath.

The temples have begun to swell, stinging intensely.

But the testing isn't over yet.

After the physical attack, it is the turn of the energy attack.

Dean put away his pistol, he ran out of bullets and didn't have any extra bullets on hand, it was a sensitive time for Bob to just die, and it was not suitable to buy bullets, so he had to put it on hold for the time being.

He used his lighter to light a dead branch he had picked up in the woods, and waved the burning branch towards Shadow.

Less than two seconds after being scorched by the flames, the shadow immediately collapsed into a gray mist.

The mist creatures struggled and squirmed frantically in mid-air, letting out a terrible wail in Dean's heart!

Dean extinguishes the flames.

The gray mist turned back into a translucent humanoid form, prostrate on the ground, and its figure blurred, as if it was about to disappear at any moment.

"Sorry, man."

Dean immediately squatted down, hugged Shadow's shoulders, and solemnly promised,

"I swear, I will never hurt you in the future. However, the pain this time is by no means in vain, understand the weaknesses in advance, and we can also take precautions. ”

Di An'an summed it up.

As a result, Shadow has strong melee combat ability and strike resistance.

But the disadvantage is no less obvious, fear of flames.

Dean doesn't mind, it's normal to have gains and losses.

"You can get some rest first."

The shadow dissipated and flew back into his body.

Dean looked at the quartz watch with a tired face, and for exactly five minutes, his eyes were black, as if he hadn't slept for a day and a night, and waves of pinprick-like stinging pain hit his brain, and he began to wander frequently.

At most, if he lasts for another ten seconds, he will definitely faint on the spot.

"So my current 12-point spirit is to summon the shadow for five minutes at most, which means that it can only be used as a killer feature, and cannot be normalized."

And these five minutes today, plus the time when Bob was abused last night.

The Shadow of the Past status is still at Lv0 (0/100), and it doesn't even increase by 1 proficiency.

As a superpower, it's much more difficult to level up than fighting and shooting.

"It's definitely a long process to improve the shadow, and I have to make a plan for how to train so that it doesn't interfere with my normal schedule during the day."

Dean put his hands on the back of his head and lay in the woods, bathing in the breeze and looking up at the faint white light in the cracks in the trees.

It quickly comes to mind an extreme workout method.

If he summons the shadow to the highest time limit in one breath, his spirit is exhausted and he passes out, and when he recovers, will his spirit increase?

"Well, just try your extreme workout from tonight before you go to bed."

After recognizing the power of the new capability.

Dian had a strong urge in his head, as if a devil was whispering in his ear.

Why not use your superpowers to kill, rob, steal, and make money?

Anyway, ordinary people can't see the shadow.

Dean can do whatever he wants.

There was a flash of red in his eyes.

Dean took a deep breath and rejected the greedy idea with great perseverance.

First of all, doing so violated the bottom line of being a human being that he had cultivated in the Celestial Empire in his previous life.

In addition, the most critical point is that since he has awakened superpowers, there is a high probability that there are other superpowers in this world.

What is their attitude towards themselves, whether they have good intentions or bad intentions, and how do they speculate about themselves?

Dean couldn't be sure, so he could only temporarily follow the superpowered version of the law of the dark forest, keep a low profile and keep a low profile, and keep himself firmly hidden from the vision of other superpowers.

Spy on the spot.

If it is not necessary, try not to use "shadow" in public places or when there are too many people.

and it is not used to do evil.

Train every day.

Determined, Dean breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Next, when the limelight of Bob's death passes, I should find a way to earn money to buy guns and ammunition, and then buy a car, and I can't always rub Rust's car."