After the escort girl case, Dean's life was back on track, going to school and training, after all, Luckville's lawyer was not always there.

However, after witnessing the ghost himself, Holden became enthusiastic about supernatural things, and every day after work, he came to Dean's house to eat, discuss the knowledge he had collected about psychic mediums, and invited them to practice the summoning ritual in the abandoned mansion where the dead people had died in the surrounding area.

In return, Holden teaches Dean some introductory theories of profiling, as well as practical psychological tips for overcoming one's own negative emotions and calming the emotions of others.

Dean was originally mentally unbalanced and had great emotional fluctuations, and these techniques were of great benefit to him, and he learned them very carefully.

In a fulfilling life, January is fleeting.

……

The living room of the Gretchen family.

"In the early hours of February 5, 1981, a middle-aged man in his 40s was killed in a shooting in the back alley of the Henderson Sixth Street Tunnel Bar. It is reported that the deceased had been prosecuted for robbery and murder not long ago, but was released due to insufficient evidence. ”

After the TV noise flickered, a plump female reporter with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared on the screen.

"This is already the third attack in the area around Las Vegas this month... According to surveillance data, the murderer is the same person, about six feet three, black leather clothes, sunglasses, black mask, riding a black Indiana Chief motorcycle... For more information, 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..."

Z-

Standing in front of the coffee table, wearing only a pair of shorts, showing off his muscles, Dean turned off the TV,

"It's time for Jayne Harden's identity to change, and he can't continue to commit crimes in a short period of time."

From January to February, he changed his past mimetic thinking, and used LVPD and Holden to contact criminals suspected of robbery, rape, and child abuse.

The law cannot punish them.

So Dean took the initiative to track and kill the three scum with the image of copying.

This efficiency is much higher than the previous aimless search for criminals on motorcycles.

He's finally maxed out his mimicry proficiency.

mimetic lv1(4/200),

Blood replication time: 1 day → 4 hours

Maximum duration of mimetic form: 2 days → 4 days

Mock cooldown: 7 days→ 4 days

Dean rubbed his chin,

"The imitation interval has been shortened from 1 week to 4 days, 7 times a month, but the maximum proficiency gain has been reduced to 4 points each time."

"You can get 28 proficiency points in 1 month, and you have to fill in 200 points to level up, and after 7 months,"

"It's getting harder and harder to upskill."

……

However, the increase in mimicry level increases by 1 point of fitness: 14.6→15.6.

Dean recalled, palpitations.

Breaking through the threshold of 15 was more painful than the first simulation, and the whole body was like being scorched by flames for five minutes, so painful that Dean almost crushed his teeth, but the benefits were also huge.

Dean stretched out his arm and rubbed it, his skin smooth as silk, and the once ugly burns were completely gone, as if he had never been injured.

Dean closed his eyes and felt that his heart was beating more calmly and powerfully, he could hear the sound of blood rushing in his veins, and the surging qi and blood and vigorous vitality in his body were like a warm furnace, baking his body all the time.

Coupled with the support of the intermediate iron man, he has become almost invulnerable to the cold and heat, tireless, and can maintain two days of energy for three hours of sleep at a time.

At the same time, his skin, muscles, and muscles and bones became inhuman.

He fights with martial arts enthusiasts like Gretchen with his bare hands, and by protecting key parts and vital points, he can let the opponent fight casually without taking any damage.

It doesn't matter if the opponent has a knife, if you don't attack him at the key parts with all your might, you can only cut through his skin shallowly.

……

Dean looked at the panel,

Character Level: 3 (200/400)

Age: 18

Physique: 15.6

Power: 12.4

Sensitivity: 13.2

Perception: 11.8→11.9

Spiritual: 15.3

Will: 13.3

Specialty: Intermediate Iron Man, Junior Supernatural Hunter

Capacity: 5/5

Fighting LV2 (120→135/300)

Shot Lv2 (49→70/300)

Shadow of the Past Lv1 (87→117/200)

Balance Meditation Lv2 (0→40/300)

Mimic lv1 (4/200)

System ability: God Perspective Lv2: Range 20 meters.

"Now I am training and developing in a low-key and stable manner, waiting for the next episode of convergence law."

"It's a pity that 5/5 of the ability slots have been expanded so far."

"What a pity? Why do you wake up so early? ”

A soft greeting interrupted Dean's thoughts, and a fiery body clung to his broad back from behind, and a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.

Gretchen rested his chin on his shoulder, and blew on the hot air coquettishly, a few strands of black hair mischievously brushed the side of his face, while the slightly cool little hands unhonestly rubbed the muscles of the man's chest and abdomen.

Dean smiled and stroked her hair,

"It's still early? It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and Martina and Thomas were supposed to come back from their date, when they found out that I had slept with their daughter in their house, and they were not going to hunt me down until I died. ”

As he spoke, he touched Gretchen's hair, and put on his clothes and pants like lightning.

"Let's go, see you later."

……

In the evening, Dean hurried home.

From a distance, you can see the smoke curling from the opposite yard, like marshmallows dotted with orange and yellow burning clouds, and the aroma of pepper, lemon juice, honey, tomato sauce and so on escapes from the mouth.

Dean entered the courtyard and saw Jacob, who was as burly as a grizzly bear in strappenny jeans, and Tang Ya, who was slender in a black and white nun suit, smearing condiments on the slashed barbecue.

"Where did you go during the day? Come and try it. Tang Ya smiled kindly and handed over a plate of roasted brisket, mixed with a few pieces of crispy potatoes.

"Hmm... Auntie's craftsmanship is still as good as ever. Dean snorted the hot air and gave a thumbs up,

"Don't just know how to eat, come and help with the brushing." Jacob handed him a wool brush, but secretly exchanged a look with Tang Ya,

Di An's head moved, and the perspective of God swept the interior of the two-story small building behind him, and he found that there was a tall black shadow hidden in it.

Di is done as if nothing happened, dipping the sauce, brushing the meat, and turning the dough.

"Silly boy, where did the sharp guns go, I can't brush up on anything, so I'm optimistic about my movements." Jacob immediately began chattering to attract his attention.

Tang Ya wiped the grease on her hands with a white cloth and quietly walked to his left, forming an encirclement on the left and right.

A tall figure stepped out of the door and silently approached the grill with bated breath.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he didn't know anything.

The corners of the black shadow's mouth opened into a hideous grin, and he bent his back and knees, and opened his hands to pounce on his lower back.

The wind howled and a huge shadow like a hill pressed down on the young man who knew nothing.

The moment when the sneak attack was about to succeed.

Dean turned abruptly and prophetically, bent his knees, bowed his head, hunched over, and stole through the man's grappling hands like a tanuki, and at the same time threw himself into his arms with the door wide open.

Dean put his hands together!

Muscles burst out under his shirt, and his steely arms locked the man's waist.

At the same time, his legs rushed forward, like a rampaging rhinoceros running two meters backwards with the man's feet off the ground.

Poof!

Slam down.

Dean uses inertia and body gravity to press down.

The ground trembled slightly, and the sneak attacker snorted, and in an instant, he was crushed to the ground, and he couldn't break free even if he tried his best!

"Shet!"

"I throw in the towel!"

The man's left hand slapped the lawn a few times, and Dean let go of the restriction and pulled him up.

"Stinky boy, do you have eyes in the back of your head, can you find this? Do you want to murder me so hard? The yellow-skinned, black-haired ponytail, and the fierce man rubbed his waist, but there was a smile of relief on his weather-beaten and fierce face.

Despite the fact that the temperature is low in winter.

He was still wearing only a gray waistcoat, revealing two arms that were as muscular as rocks.

"I'm just a tooth for a tooth, haven't you always taught me that?"

Dean looked up and smiled, opened his hands, and gave Dahan a heavy hug,

"Welcome home, Uncle Paqui!"

Tang Ya and Jacob stood side by side and looked at the two family members who were together, and the smiles on their faces became brighter and brighter.

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(End of chapter)