Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

The police station is located in the busiest central district of the city, like a fortress guarding justice. However, at this moment, the interior of the fortress is shrouded in a busy and solemn atmosphere. In the corridor of the police station, police officers are in a hurry, and their footsteps interweave into a noisy movement. In the office, documents are piled up, computer screens are flashing with various case materials, and the phone rings one after another, as if it will never stop.

The experienced old detective has been working in the police force for decades and has experienced countless major cases, but now he is also overwhelmed by the case in front of him. His originally resolute face is now tightly furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川". The deep lines engraved by the years seem to be telling of his inner fatigue. His eyes are bloodshot, full of fatigue and helplessness, which is the heavy pressure accumulated from facing the case without any progress for a long time. He sighed heavily, and this sigh was particularly clear in the busy office, as if carrying the anxiety of the entire police station.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the young policeman in front of him, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "This case is very difficult and we have no clue so far. You should quickly organize people and intensify the investigation. You must find out the truth." There was unquestionable majesty in his words. Although he was tired, his dedication to the case and his adherence to justice were still firm and strong.

The young policeman looked serious and nodded without hesitation, "Yes, Captain, I'll arrange it right away." He turned and hurried away, his steps firm and powerful, his leather shoes tapping out a crisp rhythm on the smooth ground.

At this time, in a hidden corner of the police station shrouded in shadows, a creepy uninvited guest was lurking there. This monster, Demos, which looked like a giant octopus, was like a demon crawling out of the dark abyss, exuding a chilling aura. Its tentacles covered with suction cups, like strange snakes with self-awareness, danced flexibly in the air, bringing a wisp of cold wind. When the suction cups opened and closed, a slight but tingling "hissing" sound was emitted, as if telling of its evil intentions.

It was quietly exerting its strange ability beyond the imagination of ordinary people, concentrating on digging a passage in the rock-hard wall of the police station. Its movements were as fast as lightning, and each swing of its tentacles was precise and powerful, digging out brick and stone debris from the wall bit by bit. Under its continuous attack, the originally flat and smooth wall gradually developed a shallow pit, and then the pit became deeper and larger, and the debris fell to the ground like a gray snow. Its movements were swift and silent, as if it was a well-trained assassin, knowing that any slight sound might expose its whereabouts and bring about a fatal disaster. Its body was a strange dark gray, as if it had been stained by dark magic, and the color was so rich that it almost flowed out. The surface was covered with a layer of sticky mucus, and in the dim corner of the wall, the mucus flashed a disgusting luster, like an evil ghost peeping in the dark.

Demos' eyes were like two balls of dark green flames, and the light was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air around them. The flames exuded a cunning aura, and it kept a close eye on the movements around it, not missing any slightest movement. Its eyes sometimes glanced at the patrolling police at the end of the corridor, and sometimes paid attention to the conversations of police officers in the office not far away. Once there was any sign of danger, it would stop moving in an instant, curl up its huge body more tightly in the shadow of the corner, blend into the darkness, and wait until the danger was over before continuing its evil project.

It didn't seem to be digging blindly in the wall, but had a clear goal. Perhaps the other side of the wall hid something it had long coveted, perhaps a mysterious item that could enhance its evil power, or perhaps a key clue related to its nemesis. As the hole gradually expanded, its movements became more urgent, its tentacles waved faster and faster, and the dark green flames in its eyes burned more vigorously. It looked as if it was about to break through the obstacles and pounce on its prey in the next second. At this time, the police officers in the police station were still unaware that a crisis caused by Demos was quietly approaching. They were still busy shuttling between various offices and corridors, running around for those complicated human cases, and they didn't realize that the threat from the supernatural dark forces was lurking around them, like a time bomb, which could explode at any time and turn the peaceful police station upside down.

At the same time, the police station's phone rang suddenly and rapidly, and the crisp ringing sound was particularly harsh in the tense atmosphere. The director was sitting at his desk, frowning and lost in thought. When he heard the phone ringing, he immediately came to his senses and quickly reached out to grab the phone receiver.

"Hello, this is the police station. What's the situation?" The chief's voice was low and majestic, with an unquestionable tone.

Demos had been patiently waiting for the best opportunity in the corner, its evil and sharp perception tightly locked onto the director's every move. When the director's attention was distracted by answering the phone, it was like a fatal mechanism was triggered, and all the cells in its body were instantly activated, speeding up the frequency and strength of its movements.

Its huge body, which was enough to make people despair, showed agility and agility that was very inconsistent with its size. Like a strange black shadow emerging from the abyss of hell, it quickly slipped into the police station through the hole chiseled in the wall with the breath of death and the unknown. Each of its tentacles was like a specially trained assassination weapon, sliding gently on the ground, and the movement was as gentle as the most delicate silk brushing against the skin, without making even the slightest sound, as if it had reached some kind of mysterious tacit understanding with the ground and perfectly integrated.

Its speed was beyond imagination. In just a blink of an eye, it came like a ghost under the table where the director was answering the phone. It was like a dark ninja who was well versed in hiding. It curled up its body skillfully and stuck its huge and ugly appearance tightly in the narrow shadow under the table. Its body seemed to be able to change shape at will according to the surrounding environment, like a pool of black liquid with life, slowly flowing and spreading until it completely overlapped with the shadow without leaving a single flaw.

At this moment, Demos' eyes were like two green will-o'-the-wisp lights hidden in the depths of darkness, watching everything around him vigilantly. His gaze was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the air, carefully examining every subtle movement and every whispered conversation of the surrounding police officers. He was waiting, waiting for a more suitable time to unfold his evil plan. Perhaps he was planning how to quietly approach a confidential archive room and steal the vital intelligence inside; or perhaps he was secretly planning a bloody raid, attempting to turn the police station upside down to achieve his twisted and crazy goal.

The surrounding police officers were still busy shuttling back and forth, unaware of the huge threat hiding under their noses. They were either sorting documents or whispering about the details of the case. No one had expected that under the director's desk, there was a terrifying monster from another dimension lurking. Demos was quietly accumulating strength in the shadows. Its breathing was as light as the faintest wind, and its heartbeat was slow and steady, as if it was the rhythm of a death countdown. It was like a dark bomb that could explode at any time. Once the final fuse was lit, it would burst out with a terrifying force that could destroy everything, plunging the entire police station into endless darkness and chaos.

Then, like a ghost driven by darkness, or a completely silent strange gust of wind, Demos rushed to the side of the trash can at an astonishing speed. Its movement track was like a vague shadow, flashing through the bright but tense space of the police station. If you didn't pay close attention, you would hardly notice its figure.

Its strange and soft body seemed to be free from all physical constraints, and it slid into the trash can easily without any hindrance, like the most agile liquid in the world. This process was as smooth as the most exquisite dancer dancing on the stage, without any lag or stumble. It was like a peerless master who was well versed in the art of hiding, and it skillfully curled up each of its tentacles in an almost artistic way. Those tentacles that were once frightening and terrifying now docilely hid in the garbage that exuded various odors, and blended perfectly with the worn-out papers, discarded coffee cups, and other discarded items of all kinds.

Demos only showed a pair of eyes that flashed with cold light. Those eyes were like lonely cold stars in the dark universe, or like two strange phosphorescent lights in a bottomless pool, shining faintly from the cracks in the garbage. It lay dormant there quietly, without any movement, as if time had stopped for it. It was waiting, like an extremely patient hunter, waiting for the best time to attack.

It might be waiting for the flow of people in the police station to decrease, when most of the police officers are out on duty or busy with other matters, and the internal defense is the weakest; or it might be waiting for a specific signal, perhaps a radio wave of a certain frequency, or a sound from afar that indicates chaos and disorder. Its mind is like a sophisticated and evil computer. During this seemingly peaceful dormant period, it runs at high speed, analyzing all the information around it and evaluating every possible action plan.

Everything around it is a potential resource or threat. Every piece of trash in the trash can has a special meaning in its unique perception. A crumpled newspaper may become part of its disguise, and a discarded plastic bottle may be used as a weapon or tool by it at a critical moment. And those police officers who occasionally approach the trash can, their footsteps, breathing, and inadvertent conversations are all keenly captured and analyzed by Demos.

It is like a cancer hidden in the dark, silently corroding the police station, a territory that represents justice and order. Every second of waiting makes the atmosphere of danger stronger. However, the people in the police station are still busy as usual, unaware that a crisis caused by this monster hidden in the trash can is approaching quietly, just like the calm before the storm, and is about to break everything that seems normal and drag everyone into an unknown and terrifying vortex.

Not long after, the team members who had just been sent out to search returned to the police station one after another. They had a trace of fatigue and frustration on their faces, and their steps were slightly heavy.

"Report, we searched outside and found no valuable clues." A team member said helplessly, with a hint of loss in his eyes.

"Continue the investigation and don't miss any details." The captain ordered seriously.

The team members nodded and began to organize their equipment. One of the team members casually threw some garbage into the trash can where Demos was hiding, without noticing anything unusual. The moment the garbage fell into the can, there was a slight sound. Demos moved slightly in the trash can, but soon returned to stillness. Its eyes hidden in the garbage stared coldly at everything around it, as if mocking the negligence of the police.

In the conference room of the police station, the detective was calling all the team members to a meeting to discuss the progress of the case. The conference room was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the team members had serious expressions and listened carefully to Zhang Zheng's analysis.

"Based on the clues we have now, we can determine that this case is related to a series of mysterious events that have occurred in the city recently. However, the specific connection points are still unclear, and we need to investigate further." Zhang Zheng stood at the front of the conference room, scanning each team member with a firm gaze.

After hearing the captain's instructions, the team members all looked serious and focused, and nodded vigorously in unison, indicating that they were clear about the heavy responsibility they shouldered. Their eyes burned with a burning desire for the truth and a firm belief in justice, a sense of mission that was deep in their bones and would never be erased.

Then, the meeting room seemed to be injected with vigorous energy, and the atmosphere gradually changed from solemn to lively. A young team member with an upright posture and sharp eyes like a hawk was the first to break the silence. He bowed slightly and said in a loud and confident voice: "Captain, I think we can review the surveillance videos around the crime scene. Maybe there are some overlooked details or suspicious people before." As soon as he finished speaking, other team members immediately echoed him.

An experienced and calm team member stroked his chin gently and added thoughtfully: "In addition to surveillance, we should also conduct a more in-depth and detailed investigation of the victim's interpersonal network. Maybe we can unearth the hidden conflicts of interest or emotional disputes behind it, which is often the key breakthrough in many cases." Everyone nodded and agreed with this point of view.

Then, a team member who was good at data analysis pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said calmly and methodically: "Based on the scattered clues we have at present, I suggest using big data analysis technology to integrate and associate relevant information. Perhaps we can find some clues that seem unrelated but are actually closely connected." This novel proposal made everyone fall into a brief contemplation, and then triggered a heated discussion.

In this process of mutual exchange and collision of ideas, various ideas and suggestions emerged like a spring, and the discussion in the conference room was endless. Team members either frowned and fell into deep thought, or had bright eyes and spoke impassionedly, or took notes carefully and drew inspiration. Everyone devoted themselves to this battle of wits with evil, trying to find a ray of light from the fog.

However, they were completely unaware that in the trash can just a few steps away from them, Demos was lurking silently like a demon hidden in the depths of darkness. Its cold and cunning eyes looked through the cracks in the trash and watched everything indifferently. It was like a patient hunter, quietly waiting for the best hunting opportunity. It turned a deaf ear to the noisy discussions around it, and only focused on its own evil and mysterious plan. Perhaps it was secretly planning how to take advantage of the negligence of the police officers during the discussion and sneak into the core area of ​​the police station without anyone noticing; or perhaps it was waiting for a weakness that was inadvertently exposed in order to launch a sudden and fatal surprise attack.

Its huge body hidden in the garbage rose and fell slightly, and every breath seemed to form a strange echo with the tense and busy rhythm of the police station. The evil breath from another dimension was slowly spreading in this small space, like an invisible dark net, silently covering everyone. The police officers were still immersed in heated discussions, unaware of the huge crisis brought by the monster hidden in the garbage can, just like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, spitting out its tongue, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time, dragging them into endless darkness and chaos.