I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything

The black-haired guy entered his room and locked the door behind him. He took off his jacket and placed it on a chair, revealing a set of straps attached to his chest. He walked to the other side of the room where a table with a large mirror was positioned.

He took out a blond hair wig and placed it on his head, adjusting it carefully to make sure it looked natural. Then he took out a pair of blue contact lenses and inserted them into his eyes, changing their color from black to blue.

He stood in front of the mirror and took out a human skin mask from a drawer. He put the mask on his face and adjusted it until it fit perfectly, covering his black hair and transforming his features into those of a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes.

He smiled at his reflection, admiring how different he looked from his usual appearance. He had to admit, it was an impressive disguise.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on his mission. He had to get close to Fein and gather as much information as possible about his abilities and weaknesses. He knew that Fein was a formidable opponent, but he was confident that he could outsmart him.

He opened his eyes and turned to the door. He was ready to infiltrate Fein's inner circle and carry out his plan, no matter what it took.

...

Fein was in his room, lost in his thoughts when he received a call from a police officer. The officer informed him about another suicide, but this time it was the mayor of their city. Fein's heart sank, and he knew he had to act quickly.

As he was walking down the street, lost in thought, he bumped into someone. It was Lucian. Fein was surprised to see him, but he didn't think too much of it. He greeted Lucian, and the two exchanged pleasantries.

Fein couldn't believe the timing of the call from the police officer. Another suicide, and this time it was the mayor. He didn't have much time to dwell on it, however, as he noticed Lucian standing just a few feet away from him.

"Hello, Fein," Lucian said calmly.

Fein was surprised to see him again so soon, but he tried not to show it. "Hello, Lucian. What brings you here?"

"I was hoping to talk to you," Lucian said, his voice smooth and eloquent. "Would you care to join me for a cup of coffee?"

Fein hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should be suspicious of Lucian's sudden interest in him. But he couldn't deny his curiosity. "Sure, I could use a break from all this chaos," he said, gesturing towards the police officers who were arriving on the scene.

The two of them walked to a nearby coffee shop and ordered their drinks. Fein couldn't help but notice the way Lucian carried himself, with a confidence and poise that was almost otherworldly.

"So, Fein, tell me," Lucian said, taking a sip of his coffee. "What do you believe is the meaning of life?"

Fein was taken aback by the question, but he quickly recovered. He had always been interested in philosophy, and he enjoyed discussing these kinds of topics. The two of them spent the next hour or so talking about various philosophical ideas, with Lucian impressing Fein with his insightful comments and observations.

As they were finishing up their coffee, Fein couldn't help but feel a twinge of suspicion. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about Lucian, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

But before he could say anything, Lucian stood up and smiled at him. "It was a pleasure talking to you, Fein. I hope we can do this again sometime."

Fein nodded, still lost in thought. As Lucian walked away, Fein couldn't help but wonder what it was about Lucian that made him feel so uneasy.

Fein was in a state of confusion. He was sure that the culprit was a blond-haired guy with blue eyes, just like the witnesses had described. But here he was, sitting across from Lucian, who had black hair and brown eyes. Was he wrong all this time? Or was Lucian simply disguising himself?

Fein couldn't shake off his suspicion, but he also couldn't deny that he enjoyed talking to Lucian. The man was eloquent, well-read, and had a philosophical view on life that intrigued Fein. They discussed everything from the nature of existence to the meaning of happiness, and Fein found himself drawn to Lucian's perspective.

But as much as he enjoyed their conversation, Fein couldn't let go of his doubts. He watched Lucian's every move, looking for any sign that would confirm his suspicions. Was there something off about his mannerisms? Did he slip up and reveal himself in some way?

Fein was so focused on his investigation that he didn't even notice when Lucian excused himself and left the coffee shop. It was only after he was gone that Fein realized he had been so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he had missed the chance to catch him in the act.

Fein sighed and shook his head, feeling frustrated with himself. He had to stay vigilant if he wanted to catch the culprit, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not even for a moment.

He remembered a sentence that came from his past life. Culprits would roam around the crime scene. Is it really a coincidence that he met Lucian near the crime scene? It was even possible that their first meeting was deliberate! Coincidence happened sometimes and it was inevitable. But if it was a series of coincidences, then there's something wrong with it!

Coupled with Lucian's eloquence and deep thoughts about life, Fein became more and more convinced.

As Lucian walked away from the coffee shop, he couldn't help but feel that Fein had started to doubt him. He knew that he had been careful, but he also knew that Fein was no ordinary person. Lucian had to tread carefully.

In his mind, Lucian went over the conversation that he had just had with Fein. He had been on his best behavior and had even used some of his best philosophical arguments to impress Fein. But Lucian could sense that Fein had not been entirely convinced.