In North America, you call this a coroner?

Chapter 333 Deciphering the Landscape Painting, the Message Left by the Dragon
the next day.

As soon as Brian arrived at the office building, he saw Thirteen standing up and stretching out his dog paw to punch in.

'Ding~ Staff Thirteen, clocked in successfully.'

Thirteen flicked his tongue and very considerately wiped the time clock with the fur on the back of his paw.

I don't know why, but it still has a small bag hanging around its neck today.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Brian felt that Thirteen had a more classy vibe.

Thirteen punched in, ran to Brian and yawned: "Big Dog, how is the matter going?"

As Brian clocked in, he asked curiously, "Why do you look like you didn't sleep well?"

Speaking of this, Thirteen's face was full of grievance.

It sniffed and said, "Yesterday, when your company's researcher, Alpha, was handing over the Blood Fruit Industrial Park to Susan, he heard that my urine can refresh the mind, so he told me that he would give me ten blood fruits and let me fill a jar with urine. Isn't this humiliating me!"

Brian glanced at the bag around Thirteen's neck and said with a smile, "So you didn't agree?"

Thirteen shook his dog head: "I agreed. Only a stupid dog would not agree. I didn't sleep all night yesterday and kept drinking water. Finally, I completed the transaction."

As it spoke, it opened its mouth and showed a warm smile: "I heard from Susan that one blood fruit will be sold for one thousand dollars in the future, and ten will be ten thousand dollars. It's just some urine. Throwing it to Green can get at most one or two thousand dollars. I made a profit."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Are you stupid? These blood fruits were originally yours. This is the salary I prepared for you. One blood fruit can support your energy needs for three days, and ten blood fruits can support your energy needs for a month. You are getting it for free, stupid dog."

Upon hearing this, Thirteen was petrified on the spot.

Whore!

I was taken advantage of!
Its warm dog face changed and bared its teeth: "The dog is lying, he is really not a human, I will go find him now!!!"

bang~
Brian kicked it and said, "What the hell, you got hurt. I'll learn my lesson next time. By the way, did you pee on my motorcycle before?"

Thirteen suddenly felt something was wrong. He rolled over with his chubby body and lay at Brian's feet like a defeated dog, sticking out his tongue and rubbing, like a dog licking his pants: "I'm just afraid that your motorcycle will be lost, so I can't help but leave a mark~~~Big dog~~~"

Seeing Thirteen, the 300-pound kid, acting like a spoiled brat, Brian got goosebumps.

He kicked Thirteen away in disgust: "Where's Meatball? Where the hell is he going?"

Thirteen put away his tongue and shook his head: "Rou Wan said yesterday that someone said something bad about it, so he took a group of brothers to throw white bombs early this morning."

Brian:
White bombs are bird shit.

Mudd!

How come my pets are all like this!
He grabbed Thirteen Destiny by the scruff of the neck, dragged it to the corridor window, and threw it down: "My car is lost. Your duty today is to find the car thief."

thump~
The three hundred-pound furry kid fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

Thirteen was thrown down from the fifth floor, but nothing happened. He shook his body and said, "Okay, Big Dog, I'll take Green to catch the thief right away..."

Green, who just walked out of the parking lot, said: ???

Make arrangements to catch the thief and find the car.

Brian comes to the office.

He specially brought some paper and pen today, preparing to draw sketches and study the landscape painting that he had obtained for a long time.

It's still early.

The office was empty.

Brian sat down at his seat and picked up the landscape painting he had obtained for a long time and began to examine it.

This painting is said to have some connection with the 'dragon'.

Long is the strongest deformer Brian has ever heard of.

Dean Oldman also seemed to have suffered at the hands of the opponent.

However, today, after seeing the wider world, Brian has a deeper understanding of this dragon that old Harden once mentioned.

It’s not that the Federation doesn’t have the ability and means to deal with third-order life forms.

It is difficult for a normal army to surround and kill the deformed people at this level.

The story that old Harden told before was probably somewhat of a rumor. The truth is not as simple as Long being a chivalrous man and killing people in anger.

Unfortunately, Dean Oldman, the only one who knows something, is unwilling to talk about it.

Brian put away his curiosity.

Looking at the landscape painting.

Brian still couldn't help but secretly marvel at the look on his face.

He had previously relied on his talent for supercomputing perception to discover that there was something magical about the landscape patterns in this simple painting of an old man fishing in a river. Finally, after taking over the research institute, he brought the painting back with him, studied it for a few days, and then threw it under the table.

There is something magical about this painting.

That's what Brian sees, just some flowing lines.

To ordinary people, it is just an ordinary painting.

Brian once used his perception ability to draw those lines separately, and then old Harden saw them and said that they were cursed lines.

Before "Long" committed a murder, he would brand these lines on the body of the deceased.

Therefore, these lines are officially called curse lines.

When Brian looks at landscape paintings again today, he has a new experience.

In landscape painting.

The mountain is high and the view is far, but the mountain is too steep.

The water in the lake flows, but the current is too turbulent.

There are flying birds in the sky and an old man in a straw raincoat fishing in a boat on the water.

The birds in the sky lowered their heads, the old man looked up, and the two looked at each other, but one was in the sky and the other was on the water. One was flying away towards the setting sun, and the other was on a turbulent lake. It seemed that there was a boat under his feet, but it was actually unstable.

"This bird..."

Brian subconsciously touched the bird in the painting, and his other hand unconsciously left a lot of unconscious lines on the paper beside him, just like a machine printing.
I don’t know how much time has passed.

A figure came up to Brian and yawned, "Good morning, Brian, are you looking at this painting again?"

Brian shuddered and regained consciousness.

He looked up and saw it was old Harden.

This old man still exudes a feminine scent today. He is still lustful.

He nodded. "Recently, the cases have not been difficult, so I gave them to Green and the others to practice. I'm also bored, so I'm planning to study painting and get a feel for the art."

“It’s good to study art!”

Harden agrees:
"Brian, let me tell you, art is just one word: expensive!

My neighbor's little daughter used to work part-time in a hotel, earning several hundred dollars a night. I heard that this was the price after being appraised by some gold medal test driver.

The test driver behind me seems to have changed his ways.

Without regular test drive reports, her value became lower and lower.

Later, through the efforts of community college, she went to art college, and now I heard that she earns four figures a night.

This is the charm of art!
After I get my salary, I will also go and feel the atmosphere of art."

As he spoke, he smacked his lips.

He made a lot of money helping Brian set up the website.

Unfortunately, after deducting the money I had saved for my children’s college tuition, the rest had been spent on prostitution during this period of time.

Brian: Why do I feel like you, old man, are teasing me?

Old Harden was a little scared by Brian's look, thinking that the other party despised him for being an old cow and eating young grass, so he quickly explained: "Bryan, don't get me wrong, art school is very expensive, I am following the teachings of the Lord, helping as many people as possible, doing good deeds..."

Brian still looked at him.

He wants to see how thick-skinned Harden is.

As he looked at the scumbag in the eyes, old Harden was finally defeated and returned to his workstation.

After old Harden rolled to his workstation and went to sleep, Brian withdrew his gaze.

He rubbed his forehead and picked up the lines he had drawn unconsciously.

It can't be called a line.

This thing, so densely packed, takes the shape of a bird.

Just now he actually entered a state of brain overclocking, which consumed a lot of his mental energy.

In this state, Brian seemed to understand how this landscape painting was created.

The so-called curse pattern is actually a line drawing made using visual errors, not a real landscape painting.

This is similar to video shooting, where the picture is measured in frames.

Ordinary people can’t see any pauses when watching movies or TV.

But those who have enhanced neural responses can actually see the strange phenomenon of countless frames strung together when they watch the same video and concentrate carefully.

The same is true for this landscape painting.

It's just that the ink will smudge, reducing the sense of separation between the lines, so most people don't realize that there is a problem with the painting.

Since he had nothing to do, Brian simply started to decompose the painting, preparing to restore it to the original lines on paper.

The whole process was more mentally exhausting than he had imagined.

Every time he decomposed a part, Brian needed to close his eyes and rest for a while.

This busy work takes a whole day.

While Brian was slacking off, Thirteen and Green were much busier.

Green took Thirteen for a lazily stroll around downtown Los Angeles.

Every time he arrived at a community, he would stop the car, let Thirteen stick out his dog head, and suck hard outwards.

As the body matures.

Thirteen's sense of smell became more and more abnormal. He could smell all kinds of obvious odors within a radius of several kilometers, especially the smell of his own urine.

All day long.

The man and his dog visited hundreds of communities and discovered seven drug dens, more than a dozen illegal parties, two gay bars hidden in university towns, caught a female lawyer who was hiding a large number of male prostitutes, and accidentally arrested a group of arms dealers.

As for other minor crimes, there were more than dozens of them.

This kept the police officers in those areas busy.

They found a thief who stole a motorcycle and turned it into a city-wide crackdown on gangsters and evil.

If those who were caught knew the whole story, they would probably curse the thief so hard that his ancestors would be filled with smoke.

It's approaching evening.

Thirteen rubbed his nose with his paw: "Green, how many communities are there?"

It smelled too many messy smells today and felt like it needed to wash its nose.

“There are also 23 wealthy communities and eight ordinary communities.”

Green glanced at the co-pilot's computer and reminded, "By the way, Thirteen, how do you tell the difference in your own urine? I remember there are several communities ahead, and they all have our customers..."

Customers are those who buy Thirteen’s urine.

They still don't know that what they think of as an alternative energy drink is actually dog ​​urine.

Nowadays, many people who have a little money will have a small cup of coffee after the fight to restore their strength and then continue fighting. As a result, there have been fewer family conflicts in Los Angeles recently.

Thirteen raised his ear and said, "It's very simple. You must pay attention to the taste of the drink, so I removed some of the strong pheromones in it, but the marking area is different, and it has been a long time since I left the smell on Brian's motorcycle. That smell..."

Sudden.

Thirteen stopped talking, his eyes widened as he looked at a van that was passing by them: "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Catch up!"

Green perked up, glanced at the rearview mirror, and seeing that there were no cars in front or behind him, he drifted and turned and caught up.

This sudden action was probably noticed by the truck driver.

The truck suddenly accelerated and headed towards the trail.

Seeing this, Green smiled coldly.

He aligned himself and pressed a button.

next moment.

A specially made bullet was fired from the front end of his car and hit the cargo box of the truck.

A small red dot also appeared on the electronic map on his co-pilot's computer.

This is a locator, the latest device deployed by the Los Angeles police.

Lock the car.

Green picked up the pager in the car: "This is B6 team Green, near 3607 Yulin Avenue. There is a black truck with a white box, license plate number XXX, fleeing north. The vehicle has been marked. All nearby units please intercept it."

A few minutes later.

Several police cars cleared the road in front of them and blocked off the section.

The truck's tires were punctured by the tire shredders prepared in advance by the police, and it rolled directly to the side of the road.

Faced with more than a dozen police officers with rifles drawn, the truck driver was so frightened that he didn't care about his injuries and rolled and crawled to the open space. He lay on the ground with his hands on his head and his feet together to show that he had no power to resist.

None of the surrounding police officers stepped forward.

This is the lesson of blood.

Previously, when they were assisting the NW Operations Team in arresting someone, a madman seemed to surrender, but in fact his body was full of detonators, and he dragged three police officers to death with him.

From then on, they had a common understanding: the person being arrested by the NW team was most likely a lunatic, so if you can just shoot, don't talk nonsense.

Fortunately, Green's car also caught up.

The car stopped.

Thirteen, who had a scary body, opened the back door directly without even looking at the driver lying on the ground. Instead, he came to the back of the truck. The nails of his dog's paws turned black and grabbed the seal lock fiercely.

next moment.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The iron chain was actually cut on one side by Thirteen's claws.

the other side.

At Green's signal, the driver was searched by a group of police officers, and finally put in special handcuffs and lifted up from the ground.

This is a bearded man who looks to be in his thirties.

Green looked at him and took out a tablet: "Name!"

He had a sad face: "Everyone, my name is Dantai Linn, I am a full-time truck driver for Meiyajia Medical, I have not engaged in any illegal activities..."

An officer took his driver's license from him and handed it to Green.

By comparing the citizen serial number above, Green quickly verified that the driver's identity was real.

In addition, no special information was found about the driver, which means that his citizen information had not been entered into the federal criminal information database and he had no criminal record.

Why did Thirteen react so strongly?

Green signaled the surrounding police officers to search the cab, while he went to the trunk of the car.

Thirteen had already opened the back of the truck.

This turned out to be a converted refrigerated compartment.

As the car door opened, a faint burnt smell emanated from inside.

Green jumped onto the carriage, turned on the flashlight, and found that there was no Boss Brian's motorcycle inside, but only a large number of lattice plastic boxes piled together.

There are probably hundreds of them in total.

Each lattice plastic box is filled with black bags.

Green touched it and found that there seemed to be some granular powder inside.

He looked at Thirteen: "Thirteen, what do you smell?"

Thirteen looked at Green with disdain: "Can't you smell it? This is bone meal, roasted bone meal."

"bone meal?"

Green was a little confused.

He thought it was drugs or something.

Thirteen nodded: "Yes, they are all human bones..."

Hearing this, Green was stunned.

He glanced around the large carriage: "You're saying that all these boxes here are filled with human bones?"

my Lord!
Big case!

"Why haven't Thirteen and the others come back yet?"

Brian checked the time, shook his head, and returned his gaze to the whiteboard in front of him.

The board is filled with sketch papers attracted by magnets.

These papers are arranged in a messy manner, and finally form a huge pattern.

The pattern is no longer the previous landscape painting content, but a word.

A Chinese character!

Brian crossed his chest with his left hand and held his chin with his right hand: "Ha?"

What does it mean?
If the information provided by Old Harden, that is, the curse pattern, was really left by the "dragon", then it means that the landscape painting was also painted by the dragon.

The other party used this painting and secretly hid the word "吒" on it. What does it mean?
at the same time.

new York.

A homeless man sleeping on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Los Angeles when Brian deciphered the landscape painting. Then he smiled and said, "Did you decipher it?"

I thought about it.

He slowly stood up, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the area.

(End of this chapter)