With the second pinpoint shattered,
a new image appeared before Brian.
It was the first time he had seen the real face of the single mother, Emmaline Keller.
Although the 27-year-old mother was not strikingly beautiful, her soft features, and the permanent, gentle smile on her lips made her easily likeable, portraying her as a kind-hearted woman.
And indeed, she was.
In the scene,
Emmaline Keller, dressed in pajamas, looked worriedly at her staggering drunk neighbor, Andres, who had appeared before her.
She hesitated, glancing towards the second floor, but eventually decided to help Andres into the room. She considerately poured him a glass of water and fed it to him, before taking a coat to seemingly go and fetch Andres' wife from next door to take the drunken neighbor off her hands.
She did not notice that Andres, seemingly reeking of alcohol, transformed the moment she turned away. His previously blurry drunk eyes became greedy...
The first image shattered.
Brian clenched his fists.
He had guessed what would happen next.
Damn it!
Should good people always face calamities?
Seeing her plight caused Brian to think of his own situation, feeling strong empathy!
Look at himself, a good-hearted man, pushed to the edge by life!
With rising anger,
Brian looked at the newly formed second image:
It appeared to be inside a bathroom.
Everything had changed.
The gentle and kind-hearted Emmaline Keller, who always wore a smile, now had a face showing signs of bruising. Her once neatly worn coat and pajamas had vanished.
She lay on the cold floor, with tears in her eyes, naked, continuously knocking her head towards the shadow blocking the bathroom door, her lips quivering as if begging for something.
The shadow was the bare-chested Andres.
He tilted his head, leaning against the bathroom door with a mocking expression, fierce eyes seemingly satisfied with this dominating, life-controlling sensation.
It was not until a vehicle passed outside
that Andres reluctantly nodded.
Upon seeing this,
Emmaline Keller wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, reluctantly looking towards the direction of the second floor, biting the towel in her mouth tightly, her body trembling with fear as she lay down and closed her eyes...
The second image came to an end.
Brian watched as the image faded into the void before him and was silent for a long time.
After a while,
he let out a long sigh.
He had some guesses about the details of this case.
But Brian was somewhat afraid to think too deeply.
The details were too cruel!
If his guess was correct,
then ending the life of that beast, Andres, was too merciful!
"Ah!!!"
This suppressed emotion caused Brian to scream wildly in the white space.
Damn it!
It was hard to calm down!
Until he was completely exhausted.
Brian, gasping for breath, floated in mid-air and cursed at the white space, "Damn it, didn't you know I have mental issues? Why stress me out with these images? Let me out quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
the white space collapsed rapidly.
As Brian's form dissipated, two barely visible light points merged into his spiritual body...
...
Ding-dong~
The noisy alarm went off.
Brian sprung from the bed, looking around, until he saw the familiar surroundings and relaxed.
He seemed to have had a dream last night.
No, that wasn't right!
Feeling the clear memories in his mind, Brian realized that last night's white space and the memories of the deceased were not a dream!
If he remembered correctly,
before leaving,
there were two cold light points that had merged into his spiritual body.
Feeling that his mind was clearer than usual,
Brian was invigorated.
He understood.
It must have been a gift from the deceased,
albeit with subtle effects on the mental level.
Still, Brian was not even certain if his spiritual power had actually been enhanced.
He didn't dwell too much on it.
Too lazy to think about it,
assuming more experiences in the future would reveal the truth.
But Brian distinctly felt, perhaps because the heavy burdens of the past had dissipated with the arrival of Golden Finger, his emotions were much livelier than before, and he was not as depressive and moody anymore.
He became livelier.
His numb heart also started to feel more animated.
It was as if he had been reborn.
Perhaps this was how he was meant to be.
...
At nine in the morning,
after freshening up,
Brian, neatly dressed, kicked open the still-unrepaired apartment door, and spiritedly walked downstairs.
In Los Angeles, every day from 7:00 to 9:00 in the morning and from 16:00 to 18:00 in the afternoon, it was rush hour.
To save time and efficiently use resources,
the Forensic Bureau had designed a work schedule suitable for Los Angeles.
They adopted an early work and early leave system,
such as the 8-hour workday. Staff could start at 6:00 and leave at 14:00 or start at 10:00 and leave at 18:00.
This schedule was fixed for five days a week, and only required staff to report their next month's timings in advance at the end of the month, allowing great freedom.
Due to his weak body,
Brian always chose to work from ten in the morning to six in the evening and picked two days from Monday to Friday as his days off to avoid the peak visiting hours at medical institutions, making it easier to visit his foster parents.
Half an hour later.