Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 491 - 275 The Corpse Speaks, Shi San is Happy to be a Mom_3
Chapter 491: Chapter 275 The Corpse Speaks, Shi San is Happy to be a Mom_3
When he grew up,
people like him, if subjected to certain stimuli again, would subconsciously repeat what they did as children.
They would again use killing to demonstrate their might, only this time they often targeted their own kind.
Brian nodded, "Maybe, but I’ve already found a lead on this case."
"You are the most talented autopsy officer I’ve ever seen, Brian," Tom sincerely complimented, "Working with you really makes things easier, sometimes I even wish you could stay in the action department for a few more years."
In his view, a person like Brian wouldn’t stay on the front line for long, he would be promoted.
After that, they would live in two different worlds.
Tom blessed him but also felt a bit sad.
Clinging to someone’s coattails, only those involved knew how great it was.
If it weren’t for Brian, he would still be sickly, muddling along in life, with only gaming bringing some solace to his heart amidst a bleak future, just mechanically living on.
Hearing this, Brian smiled, "Maybe."
...
Back in the office.
Brian saw Shi San looking bewildered at a small meatball.
The small ball was burrowing through its fur, its tiny mouth continuously making a hoarse ’eh eh eh’ sound, appearing very lively.
It was Shi San’s first experience with such a situation.
It fretfully raised its head and called out a few times but was afraid to move, worried about either squashing the small ball or squeezing it onto the ground.
Old Hardenn and the female clerk Edna watched the commotion.
Upon seeing Brian,
the female clerk Edna curiously asked, "Brian, where did Shi San find this little bird? It’s so plump and cute, though its voice is a bit unpleasant."
Old Hardenn, stroking his chin, looked uncertain, "It seems like a young crow, just a bit larger, and the eggshell looks strange too. What breed is this?"
Crow Eggs are not small, and the color is also quite strange.
"This is a beaked crow from the eastern hemisphere, a species of crow. This one should be an offspring of an enhanced crow, which I found on my trip to White Elephant Country. I didn’t expect it to actually hatch," Brian had previously determined the species from the mother’s appearance he saw online.
Old Hardenn suddenly realized, "Offspring of an enhanced crow... no wonder I feel it’s so lively, not at all like a chick that has just hatched."
The female clerk Edna looked envious.
She had seen on the team leader Susan’s computer, through the NW internal network’s exchange interface, an internally bred enhanced animal starting at over twenty merit points, something out of reach for regular employees like them who depended on Brian to even obtain Enhancement Reagents.
Why couldn’t she find one herself!
Brian squatted down and touched the small ball with his finger.
Startled, the small ball hurriedly burrowed into Shi San’s fur, making even louder noises.
The sound of this little creature was similar to a human’s voice with a tail tone ’eh eh eh’, and it was also a common crow sound effect in many Eastern horror movies, placed in scenes of old trees draped with withered vines, crows, and underneath, a burial ground, carrying an air of desolation and eeriness.
Shi San watched Brian despondently, "Woof woof woof~ (Big dog, something came out of the egg, it’s so noisy~)"
"Be good, and I’ll give you some fruit when we get back!"
Brian rubbed Shi San’s head and deftly flicked a drop of his treated blood into the small ball’s beak.
Hearing about the fruit, Shi San finally calmed down.
It stuck out its tongue and licked the small ball.
However, the small ball seemed overheated, its hairless body turning red all over, as if drunk, wobbling and eventually toppling over onto Shi San’s belly, falling into a deep sleep.
Even Brian’s treated blood was too much for the little creature.
It struggled with indigestion.
...
Green went out to fetch some documents and hadn’t come back yet.
Brian gave him a call, signaling him to also check the disappearance cases and residential distribution around the morgue district and perhaps get some help from his brothers in the poor areas.
The only ones who care about the bottom, are those at the bottom.
A few old vagrants still living nearby might recall people from several years ago.
While waiting,
Brian began teaching Shi San how to nurture the chick.
The small ball showed intense dependence towards Shi San.
Its previous calling and burrowing behavior was actually treating Shi San as its ’mother,’ seeking food from Shi San.
This was actually the ’imprinting effect.’
Animals hatching from eggs were basically physically developed, with vision, and would instinctively view the first creature they see as their mother.
Another main reason was that Shi San, the dog, occasionally licked the egg.
Thus, while still inside the egg, the small ball was fully covered by Shi San’s scent.
This scent provided security.
There was no way it wouldn’t consider him its mother.
..
At a young age, Shi San unexpectedly became a mother.
As its owner, Brian naturally had to teach it how to be a good dog mother.
Beaked crows were actually easy to raise.
They were omnivorous birds, feeding on corpses, trash, and such debris, as well as plant seeds and fruits, serving as nature’s cleaners. Normally, they were sociable, grew quickly, reaching forty to fifty centimeters as adults, could use simple natural tools, had simple ways of community interaction, and were quite smart among crow species.
So, all Shi San needed to do was keep the small ball warm and feed it regularly to raise it.
Honestly, this knowledge was novel and nerve-wracking for Shi San.
It had hardly accepted the fact that it was a dog, and now it had to nurture a bird...
Eh, all for the sake of delicious fruit.
Thinking of this,
Shi San sorrowfully licked the small ball in its embrace again.
Salty and savory...
Slurp.
It licked again..
