When the police car arrived at the door of the bar, the crowd that had been gathering to watch the excitement with relish dispersed, revealing two guys who were "one-on-one".

He was not very old, and he was dressed in bell-bottoms and black tank tops, but his face was blue and purple and colorful, and a few stalls of vomit under his feet were emitting a foul smell, and between the two lay a bar sign that had been trampled on a broken circuit and crackled with electric light.

"LVPD police, stop the illegal acts immediately, stand still and don't move." Thomas got out of the car and announced loudly, pressing a gun holster on his waist with one hand and slowly approaching.

Dean followed him like a follower, quietly letting go of God's perspective and checking whether there were dangerous weapons on the two of them and the surrounding crowd.

The taller boy scolded Xie Te, his face unwilling, but he still stood obediently and obediently.

The other, visibly frightened, had a hint of panic in his eyes, and without saying a word, ran towards the end of the street.

"Leave it to me, he can't run!"

Dean did not wait for Thomas's orders, and as if provoked, he chased after him like a gust of wind.

The agility of 12 o'clock is not a decoration, and with all his might, Dean is like a lightning bolt in a police uniform, flashing on the hard road.

The guy who escaped ran less than twenty meters before Dean chased after him from behind and threw himself to the ground.

Twist your wrists,

Pull out the handcuffs.

Copy it!

Body searches to eliminate dangerous weapons.

The speed is so fast, the action is neat, it can be called in one go.

It's a pity that no one applauded.

When Dean returned to the police car, the crowd had dispersed, and Thomas assisted him in putting another suspect in the cage in the back of the police car, and sat in the main driver to start reporting.

"The Al99 report, which has been processed, is now back to the police station with the two suspects."

On the way back, Dean and Thomas didn't communicate with each other at all.

and so on to send the suspicion back to the police station and put him in a detention cell.

Dean couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, as the two prisoners were as noisy as a rooster fighting along the way, and the quarrel made his ears hurt.

"What the hell is going on with these two guys?" Dean asked Thomas.

"I fell in love with the same girl, and I was jealous and fought, but the girl had already run away without a shadow. The guy who ran away just now also knocked something. ”

Thomas patted Dean on the shoulder again, "By the way, well done, you're better at grappling than some old fellows." ”

"But I have to point out one thing," Thomas said, and the smile on his kind fat face retracted, "You made a big mistake just now, rushing out to chase the second suspect without waiting for my orders, in case he was carrying a lethal weapon... By doing so, you are exposing yourself to mortal danger. ”

"They had been fighting each other for so long, and if they wanted to have a lethal weapon, they should have taken it out a long time ago." Dean had summoned the "Shadow" as a shield before rushing out, and he had also checked it from God's perspective, and it was foolproof.

"Don't be presumptuous," Thomas shook his head, opened the door of the police car and sat in, "unless you searched him personally, don't be misled by subjective impressions." ”

"I have seen many young people who originally had a great future and set foot on the police road with great ambitions, but because they lost their lives because of carelessness, they fell in the first mission, and ushered in the fate of the police detective ahead of schedule."

Thomas put the wheel behind the wheel, his eyes flashed with memory, and his face was gloomy,

"Well, I won't act like that next time." Dean patted his chest and promised, "Everything is under your command." ”

"Just don't blame me for nagging." At just nine o'clock, Thomas drove back on patrol.

"By the way, Thomas, do you have any explanation for the fate of the detective you just mentioned?"

"It's a joke between peers, the sum of a series of encounters, just a little bit tragic... Just listen to it. ”

Thomas looked into the dark road outside the car window and sighed,

"In our line of work, some of us are overly focused on their careers, obsessed with solving crimes and arresting criminals, and neglecting their families... In the end, I lived alone for the rest of my life. ”

"Some were brutally killed by criminals in the course of their duties, and they ended their lives ahead of schedule."

"Some were injured in the line of duty, leaving serious sequelae and suffering from illness for the rest of their lives."

"In order to alleviate the huge work pressure, some people became addicted to alcohol and drugs, and finally completely collapsed their bodies."

"The fate of the detective refers to the fact that most of his peers will not die well."

No good death.

An icy night breeze blew through the car window.

Dean pondered this sentence and shook his head with a smile,

"That's pessimistic, Thomas. You're not an exception, you've found the true meaning of life, you have a beautiful wife, a brave and beautiful daughter, and a reliable patrol partner like me, what's your trick? ”

"Haha, I only passed on this secret to Gretchen, of course, if you become my son-in-law in the future, I will also tell you."

"Dude... If you're joking like that again, I'll take it seriously. ”

……

With the experience of Thomas, an experienced good old man, the patrol process becomes less boring.

"Al99, 350 N. 18th Street, someone reported being harassed."

Suddenly a voice came over the intercom.

The police car turned around and soon arrived at its destination.

"Dean, wait for me in the car this time."

"Coconut, Thor!"

Soon the police car arrived outside the yard of the destination.

Thomas got out of the car and entered the yard, and at a glance he saw a homeless man in a tattered black coat and a disheveled cape banging on the door, shouting loudly while banging on the door,

"Ma'am, give me another five dollars for a full meal."

"God bless you."

The corner of Dean's eye, who was sitting in the car, twitched, and he saw Thomas begin to announce loudly,

"LVPD policeman, sir, you trespassed into someone's house without permission, your behavior has been seriously illegal, leave that door, exit immediately!"

The homeless man turned his head to look at him, as if he had seen a devil, and then turned his head and banged on the door more anxiously, and his mouth pleaded,

"Ma'am, open the door and help me!"

"Hands up and back now!"

Thomas pulled out his pistol from his waist, held it with both hands, and aimed it at the homeless man's back.

"Stop the dangerous moves!"

Pistol safety off.

"Ma'am, open the door!"

"Please!"

Thomas's warning and the homeless man's wail echoed through the yard.

Dean tensed his body and quietly summoned the shadow to fly out more than ten meters to protect Thomas.

He thought there was going to be a bloody crime.

Without warning, the homeless man suddenly turned to his knees, stretched out his wrists in front of Thomas, and shouted with a flushed face,

"Catch me!"

"Catch me!"

"It's better to go to jail than to starve to death!"

"Shet! Neurotic!"

Thomas cursed under his breath.

Handcuffed the homeless man into the back of the car.

The pungent stench made Dean wrinkle his nose, but when he thought of the other party's strange performance.

He couldn't help but want to laugh.

……

Again, the old process, appease the owner, complete the report, and return the prisoner to the detention cell.

"What's going on with this guy?"

The lady in the room kindly donated a little change to him on the way to work. As a result, this guy felt that it was not enough to eat, so he chased her all the way from the city center to her house and asked her to continue donating. Thomas also shook his head helplessly when he saw the strange thing,

"Forcible begging?" Dean Wan'er was curious, "Do the homeless people in Las Vegas commit more crimes?" ”

"Compared to the gangsters, their crime rate is not high, and most of them are just people who have been forced bankrupt by the casinos and have no way out."

Thomas's voice turned,

"You'll have more strange cases in the future, but don't be merciful, keep an eye on their hands first, protect yourself, after all, no one knows if these psychotics will suddenly pull out a gun."

"Hmm."

……

After this time, the time came to eleven o'clock in the evening, and the walkie-talkie never rang again.

At the door of the police station, Dean, who had changed back into civilian clothes, sat in his own Bronco and waved goodbye to Thomas outside the car window.

"I'm always on call, and LVPD will contact me if needed, as long as it's night."

"You're sure there's never been a volunteer who is on duty so often, usually only once or twice a month." Thomas couldn't understand how this young man was so keen on boring AP tasks, "To be honest, a volunteer, even if he works hard for ten years, can't become a full-fledged police officer." ”

"I know what to do, please."

……

For the next period of time.

Due to Dean's special explanation, Thomas will arrange patrol tasks for him every day.

After all, LVPD's task is very heavy, and volunteers, such a cheap labor force, are never too much.

The COPs in the bureau knew that a young fool had come, and they didn't need any publicity, so they directly scheduled him for "appointment" until next month.

The bureau is very satisfied with such a down-to-earth and diligent volunteer, and Zhang Luo is looking forward to raising the subsidy for him.

This amount of money can almost offset Dean's living expenses of two to three hundred dollars a month, and the deposit remains the same.

In just one week, Dean accompanied four different police officers on patrol duty, and encountered all kinds of incidents on the way, all of which were trivial disputes, domestic violence, brawls, drunken troubles, traffic violations, and so on.

Dean was most impressed twice, the first time was when an elderly man who lived alone in an old house reported a lost pet, only to find a cat under her bed that had been dead for several days.

The second time was when someone called the police and claimed that they were being watched, and the sound of the surveillance equipment could be heard in the room.

As a result, Dean discovers that the sound is coming from his home's dilapidated water pipes.

The strange events opened Dean's eyes, and he fully discovered his powerful reconnaissance ability from the "God's perspective", but whenever a cat or dog disappeared within three days, there was nothing that Dean couldn't find, and he was about to become an expert in finding pets in LVPD.

It's a pity that these events are too simple for the system to recognize and not get experience rewards.

But this week was not without harvest, and the "shadow" quietly broke through under the warmth of the board.

Six o'clock in the morning.

At home, Dean, who had just escaped from meditation, flashed a hint in front of his eyes:

Shadow of the Past Lv0 (100/100)

Is it elevated?

be

Shadow of the Past Lv0→ Lv1 (0/200)

Get a synchronized boost to your spirit: 14.3→14.8

……

"What? How can the superpower upgrade only give 0.5 spirit, and the total attribute of the increase is only one-third of that of fighting and shooting? ”

Dean felt the surging tide in his mind, and couldn't figure it out after thinking hard, so he simply closed his eyes and sat on the head of the bed.

Ten minutes later, I suddenly opened my eyes.

A gleam flashed in his eyes.

The "Shadow of the Past" jumped out of the board and circled around the air a few times, blowing the curtains in all directions.

Suddenly fell, and the transformation was in front of Dean.

It was still a figure as black as ink.

But the false and blurred face, there is a little more light of humanity and wisdom in the eyes.

"How do you feel about the changes since you upgraded?"

Dean circled around the "shadow" with his bare feet, while transmitting his mind.

"I, I feel, my consciousness becomes clearer..."

A slightly hoarse, wooden voice sounded in Dean's mind.

The more advanced and powerful the ghost, the more complex the human nature.

Let's do an experiment!

Whoa—

Dean casually threw a bunch of colorful pens from the pen holder onto the bed, and then gave instructions to "Shadow"-

"Pick up all the green pens."

In less than three seconds, a breeze blew across the bed, and a dozen green-colored pens floated into the air and landed at Dean's feet.

But Ei didn't do it himself.

"Not only did you improve your intelligence, but you also awakened new abilities?" Dean asked in surprise,

"I can pick up things in the air to a certain extent." Shadow explained.

Dean took one out of the pile of pens and threw it over, "Now, take control of this pen and write your own name." ”

"My, name?"

Shadow hesitated,

The pencil was manipulated in the air to write Dean Lou's English letters on the white paper, crooked like tadpoles, reminiscent of children who have just learned to write.

Dean asked it to read the passage aloud from the book in a telepathic voice.

It's going well, before this time, the intelligence of "Shadow" is at most equivalent to that of a five- or six-year-old child.

I'm afraid I'll be nine to ten years old now.

And the smarter it is, the more complex the commands it can understand, and the more it will help itself.

"Can you see what's going on in my heart?" Dean was worried,

"No, unless you tell me."

Dean smiled even brighter, so he still didn't have to worry about privacy leakage.

……

"Now, find all the novels on the shelves."

Ying did as he said, beckoned to the bookshelf three meters away, and suddenly the boxy books were summoned by an invisible telekinesis and flew in front of Dean in turn as if they lost gravity.

Dean picked up a copy casually, thoughtful,

"This so-called telekinesis should be telekinesis."

Dean issued a series of commands, trying to get Shadow to move objects, throw objects, and attack objects remotely.

He was disappointed by the results.

The strength of the current telekinesis is at most equivalent to the full force of a nine- to ten-year-old boy's blow, and unless the lethal weapon is controlled to attack the vital point, this bit of telepathy will make adults feel pain at most.

Moreover, the current telekinesis control is very rough and unstable, and the movement of the pen holder is like a paralysis, and the maximum distance of telekinesis is also within seventeen or eighteen meters around Dean's body, and the effective distance has not been extended.

At present, it seems that the new telekinesis is of little use except for playing a little trick and changing magic.

Dean could only comfort himself that this was a good start.

As the skill level of "Shadow" increases, his telekinesis ability gradually increases, and sooner or later, he will be able to tear off the ceiling and blow out the sea of fire like Alexander Raphael.

Next, Dean tested Shadow's strength, speed, duration, and range of motion from him again, and was disappointed.

The 0.5 psychic power that comes with the Shadow of the Past upgrade increases them by a small amount.

But the increase in the level has little effect on these four indicators.

"Therefore, upgrading skills will only enhance the intelligence of 'Shadow' and expand its new abilities."

……

Later time.

The items of Dean's daily summoning "Shadow" training have been slightly changed, reducing the time for fighting and shooting, and adding more delicate items such as continuous output telekinesis to boil water, mop the floor, chop vegetables, manipulate the board, and throw knives.

Dean had a lot of fun.

……

Mid-September.

Thursday night.

Dean is once again on a night patrol with Thomas.

"Dean, I suggest you go to the police academy and graduate in half a year." Thomas lit a cigarette and handed one to Dean, who shook his head and refused.

"As long as your ranking is not too bad, there is a high probability that you will be admitted to LVPD, and the bureau will help you reimburse the tuition fees at that time."

"The problem is not the tuition," Dean said with some reluctance to look at Thomas, who had been zealously persuading him all this time, "I don't have to be a police officer. ”

"Are you serious?"

The cigarette between Thomas's fingers fell to his feet.

"Al99, 130 West 9th Street, there are reports of deaths." Suddenly, there was a sound from the machine.

"Al99 Roger." Thomas sat upright, tensed his face, and turned the steering wheel,

And Di An's head quietly became excited, this is the first time he has encountered death since the patrol, and this time it should trigger the event!