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Chapter 15: Enhanced sense of smell and summoned by uncle (please follow up)
"Is this a big explosion?"

Brian scratched his head and tried to use his consciousness to touch the light spot in his mind.

The light flashed in his consciousness.

next moment.

Brian's vision went dark and he fell straight on the sofa, unconscious.
Just as Brian passed out.

An underground warehouse in an Italian community.

Brian's uncle Billy was kneeling on the ground. The smelly blood slowly slid down his ferocious muscles and gathered into a spot-like circle under his body.

Surrounding the circle were pieces of broken flesh and bones.

"Whoo~"

Billy spat out the flesh and blood residue in his mouth, and let out a long breath of fishy smell.

He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound before waving to the overhead monitor comfortably.

Wait a moment.

A series of sounds of steel rubbing against each other were heard.

An old man with white hair and unkempt appearance pushed a trolley to Billy's side and threw a clean bath towel over: "Billy, congratulations on passing this test soberly."

Hearing this, a trace of fear flashed in Billy's eyes.

Without the help of the old man, I would have lost my mind long ago and truly become a beast of desire.

just.

This time I got through it.

What about next time?

Sometimes, he couldn't figure out whether the changes that happened to him were a gift or a curse.

Billy silently wiped away the scraps of flesh and blood adhering to his body, and then said in a low voice: "When will the next deformation occur in my situation?"

The old man shook his head: "Everyone's situation is different. It may be half a year, or it may be several years, or more than ten years. Your condition will be very stable, so you must take advantage of this rare opportunity to capture enough Experimental subject.”

Billy nodded: "Got it."

Leave this converted underground warehouse.

Billy, who had already changed into a clean suit, called his son: "How is the situation over there with Brian?"

Billy has two sons and a daughter.

The eldest son died in New York at an early age.

The youngest daughter is now developing in Hollywood and is an 18th-tier starlet.

In front of him is Billy's second son, Fuli Kamo.

Foley is twenty-two years old, 1.8 meters tall, with a bald head and fierce eyes. He wears a skull earring on his left ear. His exposed skin is covered with tattoos, and the word "bad guy" is barely engraved on his face.

Standing in front of his father who was a head taller than him.

Foley lowered his head and whispered: "Father, there was nothing strange about Brian after that night. His schedule was very regular. He just stopped his part-time job. His complexion is much better than before."

"Nothing changes?"

Billy frowned deeply when he heard this.

impossible!

Could it be that those unlucky people who all died tragically after accepting Brian more than ten years ago really just suffered accidents?
I thought about it.

Billy then said to his son: "I understand. Ask Brian to come back tonight. If I have anything to do, ask him. In addition, ask the cook to prepare more meat for me every day from now on."

"Okay, Father."

Welfare nodded and left as if running away.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

He felt that after his father, who had disappeared for several days, returned, the pressure on him became much stronger.

the next day.

Brian got up from the sofa in a daze.

After drinking a few glasses of hot water.

He felt much more comfortable.

Brian washed his face with cold water. Seeing that it was still early, he sat back on the sofa and thought about everything that happened last night.

yesterday.

After his consciousness touched those two light spots, he immediately understood the meaning of the light balls.

One is called the sense of smell.

One is called Spotlight.

Both of these are gifted gifts.

But Brian could only choose one.

Besides.

There are no memories of death like before.

Brian was exposed to gifted gifts for the first time.

So he was very confused.

The first talent is easy to understand. There is a high probability that after selecting it, he will have a dog-like sense of smell.

As for the second talent.

Brian was a little confused.

Spotlight?

I’ve never heard of Gouzi, but he can still gather light.

Just to be on the safe side.

In the end, Brian chose smell.

The subsequent coma was caused by the transformation of his body after the fusion of talent and body.

"Fuck!"

"Remodel!"

Brian suddenly remembered this and rushed into the toilet again.

He looked at his nose in the mirror in horror, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing strange about it.

Ok!

The appearance has not changed!

Otherwise, imagine that you have a dog’s nose on your face
It’s scary to think about it.

Isn’t that a bankrupt version of a kobold?

just
Brian, who had just relaxed, frowned slightly.

What about the gift of gifting?

He didn't feel his sense of smell, which was any different from before.

Just when Brian's idea came up.

He only felt that his nose was slightly itchy, and then the various smells hidden in the bathroom were captured by the sensing organs of his nose and rushed into his mind.

"Fuck!"

Brian covered his mouth and retched.

He had never thought that his seemingly clean bathroom would have so many smells: urine smell, daddy smell, seven or eight kinds of women's perfumes, and more than a dozen different body odors.
Until a few minutes later.

Brian was just beginning to get used to this magical sense of smell.

After getting used to it.

He started sniffing around his apartment.

The most common smell in the apartment was the smell of his body. In addition, there were also various objects, different smells that could not be detected at ordinary times.

Also, Brian found out.

Maybe it's because there's not much ventilation.

On the bed in his bedroom, he could also smell the different body odors and perfumes left behind by those women after spending the night, but the smell was much lighter than in the bathroom.

To know.

He has not worked part-time for seven or eight days.

Such a long time.

Those smells, even if they haven't completely dissipated due to the lack of ventilation, should be very light.

In the end, he still couldn't escape Brian's nose.

This means that he is now equivalent to a dog with human intelligence and discernment.

Hey.

Quite practical.

Brian remembered that a dog’s sense of smell could detect scents hundreds of meters away, allowing it to track prey or avoid predators.

Then wouldn't it be possible for me to rely on this ability to transform into a radar?

Do it when you think of it!

While it's still early.

Brian changed his clothes and hurriedly left the community and came to the street.

It's about six o'clock in the morning now.

On the street, people are already jogging in the morning.

Brian found a chair on the corner and sat down. With a thought in his mind, he turned on his smell switch.

Suddenly, countless smells surged in.

This time Brian was well prepared. Although he looked ugly, he finally didn't make the same mistake as before.

Compared to the community. The smell on the street is more messy and complex.

But when Brian's brain's processor started to catch up with his nose.

He finally got used to it.

Brian closed his eyes and tried to sense the world around him with his sense of smell.

next moment.

He exclaimed in his heart: "It's so amazing."

The unique smells emitted by each object were engraved in his mind, and gradually formed a world from the perspective of smell in his mind.

Brian swore.

Even a real dog can't do what he is now!
This should be because he has a human brain.

Unfortunately, after several experiments.

Brian discovered that his olfactory range did not have the so-called range of a few hundred meters, but only about twenty meters, and only within ten meters could he accurately target any smell.

The farther away you are, the weaker this perception becomes.

More than twenty meters.

He could barely smell the direction of the scent.

But even so.

Brian was also very satisfied.

After all, what dogs are best at is tracking.

Just based on this dog nose.

Brian was confident that he would successfully pass the 'criminal experimental team' recruitment assessment at the end of the month.

This gave him a huge sigh of relief.

After all, can you pass the assessment?

It is not only related to the follow-up medical expenses of the adoptive parents, but also related to his own life safety.

Brian didn't think he had the strength to compete with his uncle now.

He still has to grow and develop.

5:58 p.m.

Brian refused several invitations from his female colleagues to watch movies, go out in bars, etc. He whistled and came to the clock-in machine, preparing to clock in and leave as soon as six o'clock arrived.

joke.

Even if he were single for the rest of his life, he would never find a woman from the Forensic Medicine Bureau as a partner.

This is the most basic safety awareness as a man!
Just when he was thinking about whether he should go to a shopping mall to train his dog nose tracking skills, a text message interrupted his next arrangements.

The message was brief: "Go home."

The relief on Brian's face slowly dissipated.

This is to let him return to the Kamo family.

Ever since I was almost buried alive last time.

Brian never attended any more Kamau family gatherings.

Count it up.

It's been almost seven or eight months.

At that time, his adoptive parents also happened to be diagnosed with a genetic disease.

Brian used this as an excuse to cancel the family gathering later in order to avoid the embarrassment of meeting those cousins ​​who had buried him alive.

but.

That’s not right either!

The Kamo family usually only gathers at the end of the month.

It's only the twenties now.

There is still more than a week until the 'criminal experiment team' recruits people.

What did the uncle want to do when he asked him to go back?

"Brian, man, why are you standing here like a goose? Are you disappointed because no girl wants to date you today?"

A colleague from the Forensic Bureau interrupted Brian's thoughts.

Brian came back to his senses and smiled at his colleague: "I was thinking about how to reject a girl's advances without breaking her heart."

"FK!"

The colleague who was tricked by Brian raised a middle finger to Brian as a sign of respect, jumped in line, punched the card, and left in a hurry like a beaten dog that had been stimulated.

Seeing this, Brian smiled softly and clocked out.

There is no use in thinking too much.

I haven't even joined the so-called criminal experiment team yet.

The uncle should not hurt himself.

What he has to do now is to give in, grow silently, and then give his cruel and domineering uncle a big surprise!

More than thirty minutes later.

In an Italian community, Brian parked his car in front of a large, square building that looked like a factory.

This used to be a factory.

The back was converted into a warehouse.

The residence of the Kamo family was converted from the former warehouse employee dormitories that were bulldozed.

"Hi Brian, my brother, long time no see."

At the door, a handsome bald guy with earrings and tattoos saw Brian getting out of the car and hugged him enthusiastically.

"Hi Foley."

When Brian saw the bald head, a smile appeared on his face and he hugged him warmly.

This is his uncle's son Welfare, who is one year younger than him. He is born with a fierce look and usually pretends to be someone not to be trifled with in front of outsiders.

But Brian knew.

This was just a disguise deliberately made by Welfare in order to gain the approval of his father.

The two have a good relationship.

When Brian's adoptive parents were hospitalized, this cousin was the only one in the Camo family who extended a helping hand and lent Brian a sum of money to threaten him with being buried alive, but the other party was not involved.

Brian had a good impression of him.

Foley is also very close to his cousin, the only top student in the family and who also knows some of his little secrets.

The two chatted for a while.

Talk while walking.

Brian tentatively asked, "Welfare, did uncle ask me to come here?"

Welfare nodded, glanced around, and then whispered: "Father disappeared for several days. He just came back today, so I asked you to come over."

Something seemed to come to mind.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Foley's naturally fierce eyes.

His lips moved several times before he added in a subtler voice: "These days, other members of the family are busy with things I don't know about. Before my father left, he asked me to arrange for someone to monitor you."

When Brian heard this, his heart moved slightly.

He smiled calmly: "Spy on me? Then you still tell me?"

To know.

Last time he threatened himself with being buried alive.

The uncle didn't even let Welfare come forward.

This time, he asked the welfare arranger to monitor him.

Does this mean that there is no reliable person around the uncle anymore?
What were the members of the Kamo family arranged to do by their uncle?
Foley didn't notice the thinking in Brian's eyes and sighed:

“I also don’t understand why my father did this.

to be frank.

I feel that his mental state has become increasingly unstable in recent years. Even my mobile phone has been secretly installed with surveillance.

My sister doesn’t even want to go home, eh. "

While the two were talking.

Foley brought Brian to the warehouse.

This place has long been renovated.

It looks ordinary on the outside, but it's luxuriously decorated on the inside.

Foley pointed to a passage, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "Father is waiting for you in the innermost conference room, so I won't follow you."

See this.

Brian patted Foley on the shoulder, took a deep breath, activated his enhanced sense of smell, and walked towards the passage.

About seven or eight meters close to the conference room.

Sudden.

Brian paused.

A trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

There was such a strong smell of blood in the conference room!

There is a door across.

He seemed to be back in front of the autopsy table of the Medical Examiner's Bureau.

Brian couldn't imagine what kind of scene he would see when he opened the door!
　Brian: "Thank you to the '80s Fishing Guy' book friend for the 600 book coin reward." Thank you boss.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)