Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 731 New Equipment

  A few meters away from the corner, there was a faint sound of laughter, as if someone was approaching.

  Ginjiu and Jiang Xia both glanced over there and said nothing more.

The vodka on the side of    understood, and finally got his wish, stepping on the accelerator with one foot. The vehicle was escaping quickly in the dark, and Vodka tried to keep calm, but a relaxed smile couldn't help but cross his hard face. The pointer on the instrument panel rose with the speed of the vehicle, just like his rising mood.

   "I don't like driving..." In the passenger seat, Gin looked at the figure in the rearview mirror who was rapidly retreating on the street, and stroked his chin thoughtfully. The sequelae of Wu Zuo watching the scene of the car accident a year ago, is it still not good?

   But a while ago, I clearly saw him racing in the suburbs, and he was racing a sports car...

   But Gin thought about it carefully, and vaguely remembered that at that time, Uzo seemed to be calculating the owner of another sports car of the same model... Couldn't even ptsd be able to overcome his obsession with murder dramas? From this point of view, perhaps Wu Zuo's psychological problems are not really serious?

   Gin doesn't know much about this.

   But he knows that there is a woman who has passed the relevant license exams in her spare time, and she must know that.

  Speaking of which, Gin thought that, according to Belmod's recent enthusiasm towards Uzo, the corresponding treatment should be carried out in private... But looking at Uzo, he was no different from before. That woman's efficiency is too low, and she has to be urged again.

In addition, if Belmod is free, he can hand in the support tasks at the game conference together-since he is going to partner with Uzo, it is best to know the true identity of Uzo, and such people are organizing There really isn't much.

  …

   On the street at night.

  Jiang Xia was studying his new "pen" while walking.

   Then Microstrip was surprised to find that it was not a fake pen, but could actually write... I don't know why the organization is so busy to study this kind of thing.

   took two steps, and someone behind him poked him hesitantly.

   Jiang Xia turned his head and saw Matsuda Jinping hesitantly raised his hand, carefully making a "gun" gesture.

   Jiang Xia: "..."

   He paused for a moment, glanced at the pen in his hand, and then at Matsuda Jinping, and found that the ghosts seemed to have a little misunderstanding of himself:

   "...I'm not distracted by this kind of thing, but since Gin started talking about other topics, it means that he really doesn't intend to apply for a certificate for you.

"Maybe you look too loyal, he thinks giving you a gun is equivalent to giving me a gun, of course, it is not ruled out that it is really difficult to get a gun license... But it doesn't matter, we will get one by ourselves in a few days. Bundle."

  Since the puppet can hide the blood pack for a long time, it should also be able to hide the gun for a long time.

   In this way, there is no need to worry about the risk of illegal possession of firearms. It can be arranged for the puppet, and he can also borrow it when necessary...

   After making a quick decision, Jiang Xia glanced at the trees piled up by the roadside.

   When this area was renovated, more suitable tree species were transplanted. The old ones were dug up and temporarily placed on the roadside.

  Looking around to see that no one was there, Jiang Xia lifted the pen he just got, aimed at the abandoned trees, and clicked curiously.

   A small humming sound.

  The special pen tip ejected at the same speed as a bow and crossbow, digging heavily into the tree trunk more than ten meters away.

   After a short pause, Jiang Xia pressed the switch on the back of the pen again.

  The special fishing line is reeled quickly, and the nib is recovered quickly.

After   , Jiang Xia looked close to the unfortunate tree, and found that the imprint was an inch deep.

"..." This "pen" seems to be less powerful than an ordinary crossbow arrow. If it is used to shoot people, this kind of power, coupled with the damage of the barbed hook when it is pulled out, can definitely be regarded as a lethal weapon. .

   Matsuda Jinhei was obviously a little surprised. He looked closely and seemed to want to disassemble it for research, wondering where this small pen got so much kinetic energy.

"I didn't get a sample." Jiang Xia held the tip of the pen to observe for a moment, then looked at the chisel marks on the tree trunk, "Compared to anesthesia and poisoning, the power is too great... This mode should be regarded as 'attack', Qin The wine didn't make it clear just now."

   Jiang Xia rubbed the slightly raised pattern on the pen, thought for a moment, and slowly turned the middle section along the dent.

When    turned about 60 degrees clockwise, he heard a small "click" sound, as if it was set to a certain position.

   He kept the "pen" at this angle, stood up from the tree trunk, and retreated again.

   After a few seconds.

  bang——

   The hapless tree took another bite.

  This time, instead of the entire pen tip, a thin hollow needle with a sac at the end popped out. This is probably the so-called anesthesia/poisoning mode.

  Jiangxia: "..." 60 degrees, 360 degrees a week, is there a total of six modes?

  I only mentioned two kinds of gin just now, and even with the attack just now, there are still three left...

  Although Gin said it, I will send it when I find the manual.

   But there was nothing to do around, Jiang Xia simply let the ghost go to the side to watch the wind, and tried all the remaining functions by himself.

  …

   After a few minutes, he found himself thinking too much.

   - Aside from sampling, injecting, and attacking, this pen has only one grab function.

   In this state, its tip will pop out the hook, which can pull things in the distance closer, and it can barely be used as a rope gun.

  The remaining two gears are empty, and I don’t know if the inventor didn’t have time to finish it, or if it was halfway through and found that the six functions couldn’t fit in, so I gave up halfway without any discipline…

  ... However, although it is slightly worse than expected, such a small pen can be equipped with four modes, can write normally, and can store a large number of fishing lines... Actually, it is very good.

   Jiang Xia found that he really looked down on the organization. Now it seems that it is indeed an organization that can make APTX4869, an anti-science drug, and its strange inventiveness almost catches up with Dr. A Li.

   After trying to understand the various uses of the "pen", Jiang Xia was less interested in it.

He looked at Matsuda Jinping, who was standing next to him and occasionally looked at the pen, and suddenly remembered that this ghost was actually a mechanic before his death: "You can take it apart when you go back, and you can improve it. But after researching, remember to install Go back, don't break it."

   Matsuda Jinping nodded, pushed his sunglasses, and became interested.

The next second, Jiang Xia pointed to the pile of trees that were stabbed to pieces: "By the way, clean up, don't leave too obvious chisel marks, I'll get you some tools first - what do you think about this world? Does heaven exist?"

   Matsuda Jinping: "..."

  He nodded, nodded, and shook his head in order... Eight sharp spider legs quickly protruded from behind.

  Then the newly appointed "Uzo" crouched down and did the hard work silently, carefully handling the marks on the pile of wood.

   (end of this chapter)