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 Mr. Thirteen standing up, stretching out his dog paw to clock in.

‘Di~ Staff Thirteen, clocked in successfully. ’

Thirteen flicked his tongue and wiped the time card machine very thoughtfully with the hair on the back of his paw.

It doesn't know why, but there is still a small bag hanging around its neck today.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Brian felt that Thirteen had a class smell on him.

Thirteen finished punching the card, and ran to Brian and yawned: "Big dog, how is the matter handled?"

Brian clocked in and asked curiously: "Why don't you look like you didn't sleep well?"

Speaking of this, Thirteen looked aggrieved.

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

Brian glanced at the bag around Thirteen's neck and said amusedly: "So you didn't agree?"

Thirteen shook the dog's head: "I agreed, a silly dog ​​wouldn't agree. I didn't sleep all night last night, kept drinking water, and finally completed the deal."

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

Brian rolled his eyes: "Are you stupid? These blood fruits are originally yours. This is the salary I prepared for you. One blood fruit is enough for your energy needs for three days. Ten of them are enough for one month. You are It’s all for nothing, silly dog.”

Hearing this, Shisan was petrified on the spot.

Whoring for free!

I was raped for nothing!

Its warm dog face changed, and it bared its teeth and said, "Even dogs are lying, he is really not a human being, I will go find him now!!!"

Bang~

Brian gave it a kick: "It's a shame. If you suffer a loss, you'll have a better memory next time. By the way, did you pee on my motorcycle before?"

Thirteen felt bad. His chubby body rolled, and he lay at Brian's feet like a defeated dog. He stuck out his tongue and rubbed it in a dog-licking manner: "I'm not afraid that your motorcycle will be lost. I can't help it." Leave a mark~~~Big dog~~~”

Brian got goosebumps when he saw Thirteen, a little kid of over 300 pounds acting coquettishly.

He kicked Thirteen away in disgust: "Where's Meatball? Where did it die and hang out?"

Thirteen put away his tongue and shook his head: "Rouwan said yesterday that someone said bad things about him, and he took a group of boys to drop white bombs early this morning."

Brian:

White bombs are bird poop.

Mudd!

Why do all the pets I raise behave like this?

He grabbed Thirteen Destiny by the back of his neck, dragged it to the corridor window, and threw it down: "I lost my car. Your duty today is to find the car thief."

Boom~

The three-hundred-pound furry child hit the ground hard with a muffled sound.

Thirteen was thrown from the fifth floor. Nothing happened. He shook his body and said, "Okay, big dog, I will 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 pens here today, preparing to sketch and study the landscape painting he had acquired for a long time.

It's still early.

The office was empty.

Brian sat down in his seat, picked up the landscape painting that he had acquired for a long time, and looked at it.

This painting is said to have something to do with the 'dragon'.

Long was the strongest aberration Brian had ever heard of.

Dean Laoden seems to have suffered a loss at the hands of the other party.

But today, after seeing the wider world, Brian has a deeper understanding of this dragon that Old Harden once talked about.

It’s not that the Federation doesn’t have the ability and means to deal with third-level beings.

It would be difficult for a normal army to surround and kill the aberrants on this level.

The story Old Harden told before is probably a bit of a lie. The truth is not as simple as Long Xingxiao acting righteously and killing people in anger.

It's a pity that Dean, the only one who knows something, doesn't want to talk about it.

Brian also put away his curiosity.

Looking at the landscape paintings.

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

He had previously relied on his talent in supercomputer perception to discover that the landscape texture of this simple painting of Lao Sou fishing in the river was somewhat magical. Finally, after taking over the research institute, he brought this painting back and studied it for a few days. , and threw it under the table.

There is something magical about this painting.

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

To ordinary people, it looks like an ordinary painting.

Brian once used his perceptual ability to draw those lines individually. Later, Old Harden saw them and said they were curse lines.

Every time before 'Long' committed a murder, he would mark these lines on the body of the deceased after killing him.

Therefore, these lines are officially called curse lines.

Now when he looks at landscape paintings, Brian has a new experience.

In landscape painting.

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

The lake is flowing, but the current is too fast.

There are birds in the sky, and there are old men fishing in coir raincoats on the water.

The birds in the sky lowered their heads, and the old man raised his head. They looked at each other, but one was in the sky, the other was on the water, the other was flying away towards the setting sun, and the other lake was rushing. It looked like there was a boat underfoot, but in fact it was unstable.

"This bird..."

Brian subconsciously touched the bird on the painting, and his other hand unconsciously printed on the paper as if machine-printed, leaving a large number of unconscious lines.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

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

Brian suddenly regained consciousness.

He looked up and saw that it was Old Harden.

This Lao Deng has a feminine scent again today, and he is really lustful.

He nodded: "The recent cases haven't been too difficult. I've left it to Green and the others to practice. I'm bored too. I'm just about to study painting and feel the artistic atmosphere."

“It’s great to study art!”

Old Harden quite agrees:

“Brian, let me tell you, art is, in one word, expensive!

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

The test driver in the back seemed to have quit his job.

Without regular test drive reports, her worth is getting lower and lower.

Later, she worked hard through community college and went to art college. Now she heard that it would cost four figures overnight.

This is the charm of art!

After I get paid, I will also go and experience the atmosphere of art.”

As he spoke, he smashed his mouth.

Helping Brian build his website, he made a lot of money.

It's a pity that after excluding the college tuition fees prepared for the children at home, he has already spent the rest during this period.

Brian: Why do I feel like you're just cuckolding me?

Old Harden was a little embarrassed by Brian, thinking that the other party disliked his old cow for eating young grass and his bad conduct, so he quickly explained: "Brian, don't get me wrong, art college is expensive. I am following the Lord's teachings, and I can help One by one, do good deeds..."

Brian still looked at him.

He wants to see how thick-skinned Old Harden is.

In the way he looked at the scumbag, Old Harden finally retreated 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 said to be lines.

This thing was so densely packed that it took on the shape of a bird.

He had actually entered a brain overclocking state just now, which was a lot of mental exertion.

Through this state, Brian seemed to understand somewhat how to draw this landscape painting.

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

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

Ordinary people watch movies and TV shows without any pause.

But when people with enhanced neural responses watch the same video and concentrate, they can actually see the weird phenomenon of countless frames strung together.

The same goes for this landscape painting.

It's just that the ink smudges and reduces the sense of separation between the lines, so most people don't realize there is something wrong with the painting.

Being idle is also idle.

Brian simply began to decompose the painting, preparing to restore it to the original lines on paper.

The whole process was more energy-consuming than he imagined.

Every time he breaks down a part, Brian needs to close his eyes and relax for a while.

This busy work lasts only one day.

Brian is fishing, while Thirteen and Green are much busier.

Green lazily took Thirteen around downtown Los Angeles.

Every time he went to a community, he would stop the car, let Shisan stick out the dog's head, and suck hard.

As the body matures.

Thirteen's sense of smell has become increasingly abnormal, and he can smell various obvious smells within a few kilometers, especially the smell of his own urine.

All day long.

One person and one dog visited hundreds of communities and found seven institutional dens, more than a dozen illegal gatherings of people, two gay bars hidden in university towns, and caught a man hiding a large number of men. The female escort also accidentally arrested a group of arms dealers.

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

The police officers in those jurisdictions were kept busy.

Find a thief who steals a motorcycle, and he acts like a city-wide crackdown on crime.

If those who were caught knew the cause and effect, they would probably scold the thief for making his ancestral grave smoke.

It's approaching evening.

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

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

"There are also twenty-three 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 that there are several communities in front of us that all have our customers..."

Customers are the people who buy Shisan urine.

They still don’t know that what they thought was an alternative energy drink was actually dog ​​urine.

Nowadays, many people who have a little money will have a small drink afterward to regain their strength and then continue fighting. As a result, there have been a lot less family conflicts in Los Angeles recently.

Thirteen raised his ear: "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..."

Suddenly.

Thirteen stopped talking, his eyes widened, and looked at a van that passed by them: "Hurry up! Chase it!"

Green was refreshed, glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that there was no car in front or behind, so he drifted and turned and chased it.

This sudden action was probably noticed by the truck driver.

The truck suddenly accelerated and drove towards the trail.

Seeing this, Green smiled coldly.

He aimed at the position and pressed a button.

The next moment.

A special bullet shot out from the front of his car and hit the cargo box of the truck.

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

This is a locator, the latest equipment configured by the Los Angeles police.

The car is locked.

Green picked up the pager in the car: "This is B6 team Green, near No. 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 this section of road.

The tires of the truck were also punctured by the tire puncture device prepared in advance by the police, and it rolled directly to the side of the road.

Faced with more than a dozen police officers who took out rifles and aimed at him, the truck driver was scared and didn't care about the injuries on his body. He rolled and crawled to the open space, lying on the ground with his hands blasted on his head, and his feet were stacked up to show that he had no power to resist.

None of the surrounding police officers came forward.

This is a bloody lesson.

When they assisted the NW Operations Team in the arrest, a madman seemed to surrender, but in fact he was full of detonators and was killed by three police officers.

Since then, they have a common understanding: the target of the NW team is most likely a lunatic, so don't shoot if you can.

Fortunately, Green's car also caught up.

As soon as the car stopped.

The scary Thirteen opened the back door directly, without even looking at the driver lying on the ground, but came to the back of the truck compartment, and the nails of his dog paws turned black, and he grabbed the seal lock fiercely.

The next moment.

Sparks flew.

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

On the other side.

At Green's signal, the driver was searched by a group of police officers, and finally put on special handcuffs and lifted 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 cried: "Everyone, my name is Dantai Linn, I am a full-time truck driver for Meiyajia Medical, and I have not engaged in any illegal behavior..."

A police officer took out 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, there was no special information about the driver, which meant that his citizen information had not been entered into the federal criminal information database and he was a person with no criminal record.

Why did Thirteen react so strongly?

Green signaled the surrounding police officers to search the cab, and he came to the trunk of the car.

Thirteen had already opened the trunk of the truck.

This turned out to be a modified refrigerated compartment.

As the door opened, a faint smell of burning emanated from it.

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

There were probably hundreds of them in total.

Each lattice plastic box was filled with some black bags.

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

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

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

"Bone meal?"

Green was a little confused.

He thought there were drugs or something.

Thirteen nodded: "Yes, they are all human bone lumps..."

Hearing this, Green was stunned.

He glanced at the big carriage: "You mean, these, all the boxes here, are filled with human bones?"

Oh my God!

Big case!

"Why haven't Thirteen come back yet?"

Brian looked at the time, shook his head, and put his eyes back on the whiteboard in front of him.

The board was full of sketch papers with magnets.

These papers were arranged in a messy way, and finally formed a huge pattern.

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

A Chinese character!

Brian's left hand was around his chest, and his right hand was holding his chin: "Zha?"

What does this mean?

If the information provided by Old Harden, that is, the curse pattern, is really left by the 'dragon', then it means that the landscape painting is also painted by the dragon.

The other party used this painting to hide a word Zha 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. He then smiled and said, "Deciphered?"

Thinking about it.

He slowly stood up, his figure flashed, and disappeared in this area.