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Chapter 13 Damn it! Can dogs also develop obsessions?

moment.

Brian opened his eyes, looking strange.

The owner of this obsession was actually Andres who was killed by him.

Calculate the time.

It should be a small hotel. When cleaning the room in the afternoon, I found the other party's body and called the police.

Brian touched his chin where there was still some stubble.

This guy's explosion rate is quite high.

while alive.

He was killed by himself as mission material.

After his death, he changed his job and became a mission NPC, issuing new missions.

This beast's obsession is also very strange: dancing and peeing on Carolina Ellis' grave.

Carolina Ellis is Andres' wife.

The color and brightness of Andres's obsession are only a little bit worse than the previous single mother's obsession.

I can tell.

Andres is very dissatisfied with his wife, who is not a good person either.

This dissatisfaction even exceeded Brian's murderous revenge.

"Dancing and peeing on the graves of the dead is so inhumane!

but…

Then again.

Dancing is the soil on the grave.

Peeing helps fertilize the grass above.

This is an act of kindness! "

After so much self-education, Brian decided to complete this obsession after some time.

Next few working days.

Brian showed great diligence.

Every time he finished his work, he would run to the morgue.

Someone asked out of curiosity.

Brian used the new department at the end of the month as an excuse to express his desire to advance.

The establishment of the new department is no longer a secret.

It's not just Brian.

Many people in the Forensic Medicine Bureau want to take this opportunity to get better treatment.

So no one had any doubts about Brian's unusual behavior.

A few days down.

Brian was frustrated.

He probably came into contact with more than one hundred and seventy corpses.

As a result, three new obsessions were collected.

The first new obsession was that the deceased was an old lady.

Her obsession is to find her long-lost first love and tell him her thoughts and love over the years.

This is a love brain that has stayed in love for the rest of its life because of a promise made when it was young.

Brian swore.

He really wanted to help this respectable old lady fulfill her obsession.

结果
After investigation.

Brian discovered that the old lady's first love had ended more than ten years ago.

The cause of death is still very unclear: she was lynched by a gang for not paying for prostitution, she was cut off and thrown to the roadside, and she was used as a deterrent. As a result, she lost too much blood.

The key point is that after more than ten years, no one has taken care of it, and the old lady’s first love’s urn has been lost.

Brian couldn't fulfill this obsession.

The obsession of the latter two harvests.

It's almost the same.

Either Brian has trouble finishing.

Or the obsession is too weird.

Brian couldn't bring himself to do it.

In the past few days, his only gain was to confirm that the birth of obsession was not easy.

Think about it too.

everyone.

There will be many regrets throughout life.

But most people's regrets are not too strong.

I am afraid that the corpses where it is easiest to collect obsessions are those who had strong emotions and regrets during their lifetime, or who experienced extremely painful experiences before their death, so that they could develop strong enough obsessions.

Unfortunately.

Brian discovered that very few homicide victims were being transported to the Medical Examiner's Bureau these days.

Find colleagues in the field and ask around.

Brian just knew.

After the blood moon vision.

The remains of those who were clearly suspected of homicide were sent directly to the morgue of the Detective Bureau (Crime Division).

The Los Angeles County Medical Examiner's Office, was decentralized.

Brian guessed.

This is preparation for the establishment of the 'Crime Experiment Team' later. To this.

He had no choice but to wait quietly for the recruitment of the new department to begin.

off day.

Brian left the suburban private medical facility with a smile on his face.

Today he came here specially to visit his adoptive parents.

In order not to let the adoptive parents see the pressure on her.

Every time he came to visit, Brian would smile like a fool.

Back in the car.

Brian rubbed his face that was cramped from smiling, took out a bunch of small notes in his pocket, threw away the contact information that the female nurse and the doctor had given him, left the payment list, and let out a long sigh.

In order to collect new obsessions, and to successfully join a new department at the end of the month.

Brian has been focusing all his energy on work recently.

This also resulted in a significant reduction in his part-time income.

Next month's medical expenses haven't been settled yet.

"For two people, it costs tens of thousands of dollars a month. Medical care is really a huge mountain that weighs on ordinary people."

Brian crumpled up the payment list in his hand, threw it under the passenger seat, started the car, and prepared to go to the next destination.

Today, he is very busy.

Nearly an hour later.

Brian looked at the old and dilapidated children's home in front of him and knocked on the door.

moment.

An old white woman who looked to be in her fifties, holding a child's sweater that she had not yet finished knitting, opened the door with some confusion.

Brian looked at the old lady with a gentle smile on his face: "Mrs. Brown, this is Brian, long time no see."

"you are?"

The old lady looked at the handsome and tall Brian in front of her and was a little confused: "Sorry, I don't seem to know you."

Brian was not surprised by this.

Because the last time he was here, he was only eight years old.

At that time, Mrs. Brown was not the parent of this children's home.

Brian was so familiar with Mrs. Brown because he had made several donations on the official website of this children's home in recent years when he was wealthy and had seen Mrs. Brown's photos.

Just when Brian was about to explain something.

Mrs. Brown seemed to have thought of something, her pupils shrank, and she stepped back. Seeing Brian, it was like seeing a demon coming in front of her, and her hands holding the wool trembled even more.

"Brian!"

"I remembered!"

"Son of Disaster!"

"You are the child of disaster more than ten years ago!"

Amid Mrs. Brown's panic, a one-eyed black man with white hair rushed out of the kitchen, grabbing a kitchen knife and looking fiercely: "Mrs. Brown, what's going on!"

Brian:
Ten minutes later.

Brian looked at the one-eyed black man who was still wary and left the children's home speechlessly.

I didn’t expect that so many years have passed.

There are still people who remember how they were called the Son of Disaster back then.
Brian is here this time.

Actually, I wanted to visit the three-year-old girl in my first obsession - Ellie.

Unfortunately, I only got one address.

It was only after Brian took out his many donation records to the children's home that Mrs. Brown agreed to give him the address of little Ellie's new home.

Because of the welfare policy of Government Z.

If you adopt a child, you can receive a considerable subsidy every month.

Therefore, child adoption is quite popular here in Los Angeles, and sometimes you even have to queue up, which affects some families who really want to adopt children.

This has also resulted in recent years.

Many families who don't want to wait in line will choose to adopt children from certain foreign countries where the review process is relatively loose.

Three-year-old Ellie.

On the third day after being delivered, he was adopted by a couple who met the requirements.

"I hope this little girl will meet someone who loves her as much as her mother."

Brian felt a little melancholy.

Just as Brian was about to get in the car and leave.

"Woo~"

at this time.

A thin little wild dog with only its ribs left and a jet-black body suddenly rushed out from a side alley, biting Brian's trousers, as if trying to pull him into the alley of the street.

Looking at the dirty puppy.

Brian frowned slightly and was about to kick the opponent away, but when he raised his leg, he couldn't help but think of the little girl Ellie.

He sighed, closed the car door again, followed the puppy's pull, and walked into the alley.

This is a very narrow alley, not too long. At the end is a large garbage bin, which is connected to the garbage elevator pipe of the adjacent apartment.

Next to the trash can is a big dog that is equally dirty and skinny.

The moment I saw the big dog.

Brian's pupils shrank.

What the hell!

Can dogs also develop obsessions? ? ?
　Good night, brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)