George was clearly one of them.

This guy had ambition and even an independent online community where he often posted photos of his workouts.

Based on the website address in the material, Dean logged onto the computer and found George's exclusive community.

"Wow, nice physique. He must have put a lot of effort into his shape, and he's also quite the type that middle-aged women like. I just wonder how his endurance is."

To desire food and intimacy is human nature.

After seeing his photos, Dean suspected George might have been so alluring that he'd died from exhaustion. This scenario is common among men who overdo their fitness routines. They may look robust, but because they constantly push their bodies too hard, they're in a perpetual state of overload, risking sudden death when encountered with excessive X stimulation.

"Forget it, whatever the situation is, I'll know once I see the body tomorrow."

Dean put away the files and stretched lazily.

Time to knock off!

Outside the captain's office, Harry was furiously hammering away at the office computer keyboard alongside Carlo. They weren't working hard; they were playing a hot new pixel character fighting game.

"Hey, guys, we've got a case tomorrow, so we're knocking off early today. Come in earlier tomorrow!" Dean, seeing these two online gaming addicts, couldn't help but remind them.

If he remembered correctly, these two had stayed up all night in the office last night!

Is this crappy game really that fun?

Hearing the reminder, Harry, without turning back, said, "Got it, Dean. You go on home."

Carlo, on the other hand, with bloodshot eyes wide, was intently controlling the little figures on the computer, dodging all kinds of flying projectiles, completely absorbed in the game.

Damn!

If they're listless tomorrow, I'll see how I can help them kick their internet addiction!

...

Dean clocked out, drove to buy a gift, and then headed to Daisy's house.

Daisy's home was in a suburban village town. She usually stayed over at a female friend's rental, but she took advantage of her injury to go back home to recuperate.

Upon arrival, before he could even get out of the car, Dean saw Daisy in the front yard, lazily swinging on a swing, snacking on treats and reading comics. Next to her was a burly middle-aged man with a pointed knife, vigorously butchering an elk, occasionally wiping the splattered blood from his face, which looked quite alarming.

"No wonder Daisy's mental fortitude isn't bad..." Dean muttered to himself.

Dean, holding the gift, opened the car door and called out gently into the yard, "Daisy."

Daisy was sucking her fingers. Hearing her name, she looked up, her delicate smile sagging when she saw Dean. "Dean, I'm enjoying my vacation; I really didn't want to see you show up."

Dean: "..."

This little brat, thinking a week off wasn't enough, is getting a bit too cheeky!

His voice also drew the attention of the middle-aged man, who looked like a butcher.

THWACK.

The man casually stuck the bloody knife into a chopping board, wiped his bloodied face, looked at Dean, then at his daughter, and with astonishment exclaimed, "Daisy, my dear daughter, am I hallucinating?"

"Shut up!"

Daisy rolled her eyes at her butcher dad, jumped off the swing, ran out of the yard, and pulled Dean back into the car.

She snatched the gift box from Dean's hand and, after discovering it contained some tasty snacks, nodded in satisfaction. "For the sake of these snacks, I'll forgive you for interrupting me. But if you want me to go to work, this isn't enough—you still owe me a hotpot meal!"

"I'll treat you tomorrow," Dean said, then asked curiously, "By the way, Daisy, why did your father seem so surprised at my arrival?"

Holding the large bag of snacks, Daisy showed a charming smile. "Want to know? If you bail on me again tomorrow, I'll tell you the answer!"

With that, she took her gains, got out of the car, and ran straight back into the house, not giving Dean a chance to take her to work directly.

Dean didn't mind. His visit to Daisy today was because he needed her help tomorrow to get the information on those wealthy women.

With the internet, that's easily doable.

Whether Daisy actually goes to the office or not isn't important.

Before leaving, Daisy's dad was still eyeing Dean's car, seemingly hesitant about whether to greet Dean.

Seeing this, Dean rolled down the window and said to Daisy's dad, "Nice to meet you, sir. I'm Dean, a friend of Daisy's."

"Pleasure to meet you too, handsome young man," Daisy's dad flashed a grin that resembled that of a bloodthirsty butcher.

"Do you recognize me? Because it seemed like you were really... surprised by my arrival?"

Since Daisy wasn't talking, Dean asked her dad directly.

Daisy's father had no intention of hiding anything for his daughter. He explained, "I don't recognize you, and Daisy has never mentioned her friends. The reason I'm surprised is that ever since Daisy nearly castrated the neighbor's son when she was fifteen, no male friends have come to the house to see her."

Dean: "..."

Damn it!

Looks like I can't skip that hotpot meal tomorrow.

...

「Back at his rented apartment.」

Dean first made a call, chatted with his mom for a while, and then, after spending some time fostering his connection with Niel, the young heiress in Las Vegas, he lazily threw himself onto the sofa.

His consciousness sank. The next moment, a virtual panel emerged in his mind:

[Detective Panel]

Character: Dean

Level: 18 (600/3,400)

Spirit: 15 (Limit)

Strength: 14

Speed: 15 (Limit)

Endurance: 13

Skills: Pistol Proficiency, Ancient Muay Thai Mastery, Akaz School – Mind Reading Technique L3, Trace Tracking L2, Beast Taming L1, More (Click to expand).

Attribute Points: 1

Skill Points: 2

Cases Solved: 18 (Details omitted).

I wonder how long it will take to wrap up the FBI's counterfeit money case. I should probably use these attribute and skill points now.

With a thought, the Endurance attribute was raised from 13 to 14 points.

After the familiar change, Dean picked up his phone, took a deep breath, and held it for nearly five minutes before finally reaching his limit and exhaling a turbid breath.

Five minutes might be nothing to professionally trained divers, but Dean achieved this purely through his physical conditioning. Given this foundation, with just a little training, he could become a top-tier diver or marathon runner.

After allocating the attribute point, Dean turned his attention to the skill points.

Mind Reading Technique was out of the question. Leveling that thing up too high could affect his sanity, so he'd skip it.

The practical skills left for Dean to choose from were 'Trace Tracking' and 'Beast Taming.'

Trace Tracking, needless to say, had been a huge help to him lately.

Beast Taming...

Dean restrained the urge to put the skill points into Beast Taming and chose to enhance 'Trace Tracking' instead.

Skill Points: 2→0.

Trace Tracking: L2→L3.

An influx of memories washed over him, as if experienced firsthand...

When he opened his eyes again, Dean was startled to find that his ordinary apartment now seemed filled with 'layers' of detail. It was as if his vision had transformed from a three-dimensional view to a multi-layered two-dimensional sensory field, highlighting otherwise inconspicuous traces with clear distinction.

In layman's terms, it meant that previously, when Dean glanced at a woman, he could roughly estimate her measurements and height with decent accuracy. Now, however, he could not only observe multiple targets simultaneously but also instantly deduce their measurements, height, approximate weight, dominant hand, gait, and more, all in one go.

In summary, combined with his 15 points of Spirit and L3 Mind Reading Technique, Dean found he was trending towards becoming a human-shaped radar.

Staying up late damages the kidneys. Not advisable.

After spending some time getting accustomed to the changes, Dean took a shower and went to bed early.

...

「The next day.」

A spirited Dean drove his Hummer to the central precinct.

Before he even entered the office, the CLACKETY-CLACK of keyboards could be heard from inside.

Dean: "..."

Those two rascals, Harry and Carlo, didn't pull another all-nighter, did they?!

Is gaming really that addictive?

Dean clenched his fists and kicked open the office door!

「Half an hour later.」

A battered and bruised Harry and Carlo, sporting dark circles under their eyes, resembled pecking chickens as they bobbed their heads, following Dean to the port.

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