Secret Service!

After reading each other's information.

There is some regret in my heart.

This potion is hard to come by.

Ever since he came into this world.

It's been five years.

The first 4 years as an ordinary person, went to great lengths to make a potion, and now the property.

Even with the ability.

It also took nearly a year.

To get the second one together.

Only to be eaten by a Slime.

There is some doubt in my mind.

He asked, looking at Kasha.

“You used to be Slime, right?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Didn't you Slime only eat sundries? Why did you swallow the potion?”

Kasha shook her head.

“I did not know, but I felt as if something was calling me, and I came here and swallowed the liquid.”

“Then it became what it is now.”

He pinched his chin and looked at kasha carefully.

Blonde, traditional western beauty.

Perfect body proportions.

Add a red dress, appear more dignified.

If not explained to others.

I thought it was some rich girl.

It was impossible to imagine that it was a Slime.

He asked, puzzled. “Can you go back to the way you were?”

The words just fell.

I saw the figure of kasha.

As if it had melted.

Just a blink of an eye.

And turned back into a Slime.

It's just...

This one, Slime, has eyes and a mouth.

Silly appearance of the appearance, some cute.

“Master, you can still become Slime, but the power in your body doesn't seem to work.”

“However, there is another kind of ability, which I call regeneration. As long as a part of the body exists, it can be restored, and it can be completed in a day.”

Regular Slime.

Have a similar ability.

It's just that recovery time is very slow.

It is for this reason that Slime is everywhere in the city, and the human race does not care.

It will never be finished, not to mention the benefits.

Gradually, people have become accustomed to the existence of this creature.

Nod.

“You can switch between the two postures, can't you?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Then keep it here in this form for the time being!”

"Yes!"

It's not convenient for a woman to appear out of nowhere.

There are too many strange events in the city.

Once an unsub shows up, the detectives take him away to investigate.

Even if the detectives don't find it.

The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

Neighbors see such things, will actively report.

Are afraid of their own side, strange events.

If it was a Slime.

To be easily overlooked.

Clean Up the lab.

Go to the nursery and deal with Sotas's tulip purchase.

...............

Makena city.

Police Station, East precinct.

Funckes was sitting in his office.

Keep digging into the Baron de Borse case yesterday.

I always feel suspicious inside.

Rolse was carrying a cup of coffee.

Came in from the outside.

He glanced at the table.

Laughs.

“Detective Funckes, aren't you taking this a little too seriously? The case is closed. Why Go Through It?”

Funckes raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

Deep Voice Way.

“There are too many questions in this case to be such a coincidence.”

Rolsey returned to his desk.

Put both feet on the table, holding a cup of coffee and smiled.

“Hehe, why bother so much every day? Our police department can not solve the case is too many.”

“If every case worked this way, it would kill you.”

“Look on the bright side, as long as the families of the deceased have no opinion, this matter has been considered over!”

Funckes picked up the coffee from the table and took a sip.

He shook his head.

“I also understand that the outcome of this case doesn't matter.”

“Roarsay, have you ever thought about what a terrible thing it would be if it were really man-made?”

“How are we going to crack this guy if he kills again?”

“So we must take this case as a typical case. If there really is a murderer behind it, we must master the way he kills.”

“We can easily deal with such cases in the future.”

Think of this, they no longer hesitate. Take a sip of your coffee and stand up.

Go Out.

Rosay shook his head.

Muttering.

“What a responsible detective!”

Pull out a newspaper from the table and start flipping through it.

The other side.

Funckes didn't walk out the door.

But to the police station compound, a remote corner.

The trees blocked out the sun.

It makes everything seem a little dark.

Even here, you can smell the moisture.

Under the trunk.

It has an earthen structure that looks like a fortress.

Double wooden door.

It looks a bit run-down and even has green moss on it.

Funckes, step forward.

“Knock, Knock, knock... !” Knocked three times.

A lazy voice came from inside.

“Who is it?”

“This is Detective Finks. I have a case for the Secret Service.”

“The door's open. Let yourself in!”