North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 7 The Pursuit of Buffalo Bill

In the dungeon tunnel, Titus suddenly grabbed Starling's arm.

Starling looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Titus remembered that Miguel's cell was just a few steps away, and sure enough, he heard heavy breathing.

Titus hatched a plan, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

He suddenly leaped forward and shouted:

"Hi, bro!"

The booming male voice startled Miguel, the dungeon aviator who was poised to fire.

"No, no, hold back! No! It can't be him!"

Miguel’s years of experience allowed him to make a quick judgment. He gripped the joystick tightly and pulled back desperately, attempting an emergency landing!

But things didn't go as planned; he overestimated his endurance!

Miguel's gun exploded!

A pure white bullet shot up and hit his face!

"Aaaaaaah!"

A generation of aviators perished in the crash.

……

After leaving the hospital, Titus and Starling had lunch at a nearby fast food restaurant.

"Thank you so much! Without you, I'd have a terrible headache!"

"Seriously, this meal is on you."

Starling handed the menu to Titus.

"Then I might eat it!"

Despite saying that, Titus still restrained himself and ordered three set meals.

"However, your abilities are outstanding, and I believe you can complete the task well even if you come alone."

Titus is not exaggerating; in the original story, Starling almost single-handedly solved the Buffalo Bill case.

After offering some compliments, Starling steered the conversation back to work:

"Would you like me to compile the questionnaire into a report and send it to you now?"

Titus understood her unspoken meaning:

We can choose to pretend we know nothing and report everything that happened today; or we can follow Hannibal's leads and find out more.

Starling wasn't stupid; she was just new to the Department of Behavioral Science and didn't know the situation.

Titus understood why Starling wanted to investigate further, to keep control of the case's progress without violating regulations, such as deciphering Hannibal's word puzzle, which could be explained as a way to improve the report.

Because if they took the easy way out and submitted the report directly, Crawford might just send someone to investigate Miss Hester Mofet, and then they would lose the case.

As for why Starling wanted this case, it's obvious.

She's an intern, and she needs to prove her abilities with the Buffalo Bill case in order to get a permanent position.

Titus asked, "Would you like to continue the investigation?"

Starling replied, "Yes!"

When Titus noticed that Starling's blue eyes sparkled like moonstones as she spoke, she stared intently at Titus. This was a fleeting opportunity, and she was as quick-witted as a rabbit.

Titus smiled slightly and said:

"Then let's investigate."

"However, I always felt that the 'Hester Mofet' that Hannibal mentioned was not so simple. This is where you'll have to go, you master of criminal psychology."

"Consider it a compliment!"

Starling raised her soda bottle and clinked glasses with him.

After lunch, the two returned to headquarters to review the files.

Miss Starling stared intently at the dense English letters on the old blue screen computer, the light and shadow flashing rapidly in her eyes.

Titus brought her a cup of coffee, but she seemed not to hear it.

Titus could certainly tell her the answer, but then what? The report was submitted, and the clues about Buffalo Bill were obtained by him during his confrontation with Hannibal, and the word puzzle was also solved by him. On his first day on the job, Titus received praise from his boss.

That sounds good, but what about for Starling?

The opportunity to evaluate Hannibal was inherently unpredictable, and for Starling, an intern agent, it was an extremely rare and precious chance. If she failed to seize this opportunity, she would be completely eliminated.

Titus has already been promoted, and he wouldn't mind giving her a hand, but ultimately she still has to get through it on her own.

Thinking of this, Titus took a sip of coffee. He looked at Starling staring intently at the screen, and his memories overlapped. It seemed that a long, long time ago, there was also a boy who would spend entire nights alone in front of the screen, silently thinking and daydreaming.

He whispered "Keep it up," but it's unclear who he was talking to.

After an unknown amount of time, Starling, who was chewing on the cap of her ballpoint pen and deep in thought, suddenly had a bright look in her eyes.

"I understand now!"

"There's no Miss Murphy at all, this is a damn word puzzle!"

"Hester Mofet can be rearranged into 'the rest of me,' which means the remaining me is what's left over. And 'my remaining things are here with you' is a Zen saying, so the answer to the riddle is 'yourself,' which is the name of a warehouse!"

Titus said, "I knew you could do it!"

Their task was to compile a report, and the investigation should end here. The completion of the task also meant the dissolution of their temporary partnership.

They weren't sure if Crawford would let them continue with the lead or send in another elite agent.

Perhaps Starling will return to her student life, while Titus will go to his violent crime unit, and the two will never cross paths again. This trip together will only be a short but exciting adventure for both of them.

Amidst anticipation and unease, they bid each other farewell.

As night fell, Titus returned to his home in the South District. Fortunately, no one caused him any trouble.

He went to the restroom alone, intending to collect his reward.

He did not intentionally imitate the god of the bathroom; it was a helpless choice, a temporary difficulty, and a necessary sacrifice...

In short, he shared a bedroom with Carl, Lip, and Ian. Frank's bedroom was often empty, but you had to be on guard against him suddenly appearing.

So after considering all the options, I still feel safer in the bathroom that's locked at night.

He turned on the recording function on his phone, pointed it at himself, took a deep breath, and silently said "Claim reward".

A damn dizziness washed over him like a tidal wave, and in less than half a second, Titus passed out.

In his hazy state, he heard the sound of the toilet door being opened. He tried to stop it, just like when you feel yourself falling asleep in class and desperately try to open your eyes. You give your body commands, your arms, thumbs, and your whole body exert all their strength to try to lift yourself up, but in despair, you can only see your eyelids slowly falling until they close.

……

[Hematopoietic organ transplant in progress]

It will completely change the composition of your blood, carrying far more oxygen and nutrients than ordinary people. If ordinary blood is like tap water, then your blood is like vodka mixed with whiskey! Your energy is beyond your imagination!

Titus, unable to move, a member of the Cult of Mechanism, the title flashing on and off, everything as before.

When he woke up again, the bathroom was exactly the same as when he had just entered.

Titus stood up, stretched, and felt his whole body groaning in pleasure!

In the bathroom mirror, he realized he had grown much taller, almost reaching the ceiling.

At the same time, the blood regeneration organ plays a good regulatory role on the first two organs (ossifying gland and power gland), preventing Titus from being burst by the rampant growth of muscles and bone marrow, and also making his muscle groups stronger and firmer.

If he were to face his past self, he could easily wring him out with one hand.

[Host height detected to exceed two meters. Would you like to set a fixed height and wander the mortal world?]

Titus thought this was great; it would save him a lot of trouble and also avoid the risk of being sliced ​​up and studied by some supernatural forces.

Hannibal, Shameless, and Warhammer are all fused together, so he wouldn't be too surprised if he opened the door and encountered a defeated man again.

After a moment's thought, he set his height at 1.94 meters, which he had started with.

Then, he picked up the phone from the corner.

What exactly did we record yesterday?