"Brush for automatic painting?"
"Yes, there is, but it is not in this station and needs to be dispatched."
"Ah, you need it. Then we can expedite the dispatch. Please wait. It will be delivered in about two hours."
After a brief conversation, the Bureau of Investigation quickly completed the dispatch.
Kemeng's request is considered the first priority in the bureau, and he can jump in the queue at any time.
Because it wasn't so urgent that it would explode, Kemeng didn't rush it too much. He just wanted to deliver it as soon as possible.
Within two hours, Ke Meng first drew the portrait by hand, and then uploaded the facial features to the online mythical beast.
After quickly drawing several portraits, Kemen began to draw panoramic scenes.
After the paintbrushes were quickly dispatched from the faraway Bureau of Investigation, Kemeng began to use the paintbrushes from the Bureau of Investigation.
This is a paintbrush that can read minds.
It is a pressure-sensitive pen, a brush matched with a hand-painted tablet, and can be used with drawing software to draw on a computer.
It is not a pencil in the traditional sense, but it feels really good. After Kemen is bound to it, it can quickly dance on the hand-drawing board and draw a portrait sketch according to Kemen's wishes.
There is no need to hold a pressure-sensitive pen with your hands. It can draw automatically. It is simply a dream of painters. You can just lie down and let your mind draw, and it is very fast.
With this brush, Kemeng painted much faster.
Why didn't I think of this when I first drew the design draft?
Kemen recalled the need at that time, because a group of old scientists were surrounding his head, and the scientific research atmosphere was too strong, so he did not think of this thing for a while.
Now that the case needs to be solved urgently, Ke Meng's sense of urgency has risen, and he will use whatever means he has.
Luo Yuan's group of people haven't gone back to relax yet. They were noisy for so long last night, and in the end they were capsized. There were too many places to report and they were very busy.
Luo Yuan was the first to finish the complicated reports and rushed over to see the portrait manuscript painted by Ke An.
"Is this the giant spear you saw in your dream?" Luo Yuan picked up a hand-drawn manuscript, with the lead and ink still warm.
Ke Meng was multitasking. He used a pressure-sensitive pen to draw an electronic draft on a hand-drawing board, while his hands were using pencils to draw hand-drawn drafts. The scene pictures were drawn with pencils.
"Yes, how do you feel?" Luo Yuan frowned, looking like he had a headache, and put down the picture.
"What's wrong with you?" Kemeng didn't stop writing. He quickly looked up at Luo Yuan and continued to draw.
"I have such a headache. I feel like I have a headache just by looking at it." Luo Yuan put his hand on his forehead, gritted his teeth, and quickly judged: "It may be mental trauma. I have seen it in my companions."
Investigators are a high-risk profession. Some people return from a mission. Although nothing seems to have happened on the surface, they have experienced a catastrophe and will feel severe pain when they see something that may trigger memories and do not want to recall that past event.
This is the brain's self-protection mechanism. As long as you don't think about it, the trauma will not continue to expand.
Ke Meng raised his head and looked at Luo Yuan again, "This is not good."
"Yeah, let me go take a nap and use your dream pillow." Luo Yuan said.
In the Whale City Investigation Bureau, the only item that can restore mental trauma is the dream pillow handed over by Kemon.
Let’s talk about the items in other cities separately. For now, we will only talk about the scope of Whale City. The recovery function of Dream Pillow is one of the best. Luo Yuan has seen many gay people suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder return to normal.
Luo Yuan left, and Ke Meng continued painting.
After a while, Director Lei sneaked over to visit Ke Meng, "Not bad, Ke Meng, our bureau has found a victim from this continent through the portrait you drew... Hey, is this the scene picture?"
Director Lei picked up the drawing and said, "Ah!" before he looked at it carefully.
He covered his head and felt pain in his head.
"No, I'm going to take a rest. This picture of yours is poisonous. It makes my head hurt just by looking at it." Director Lei waved his hand. There is that giant spear in this scene picture. Now he has a headache when he sees this spear and can't think.
Kemen frowned. The giant spear did not kill anyone, but the side effects should not be underestimated.
However, he could still accept such a result. After all, it was Shadow Stream's top offensive, and it would be fine if he didn't die.
After a while, Director Wu heard the news and came. He originally planned to go back and rest after finishing the copywriting, but he heard that Director Lei had a headache after looking at a picture of Shadow Spear, so he also slipped over.
Picking up the paper, he saw the Shadow Stream Spear, hiss——
The director took a breath and put down the picture with a terrible headache.
Director Wu also withdrew, intending to use the Dream Pillow to treat himself.
However, there is only one Dream Pillow, and the bureau is temporarily in an embarrassing situation where nothing can be cured.
Kemen stopped drawing with the pencil and continued with the pressure-sensitive pen.
He picked up the picture of the scene and peeped into the dream with the identity of the evil god. No symptoms similar to post-traumatic stress disorder occurred.
He looked at his right palm again and touched the palm of his hand. A huge spear had penetrated there. As long as he touched the palm of his hand, he would feel a heartbreaking pain.
"Hey!" Kemeng looked surprised.
The pain in the palms of my hands actually doesn’t hurt anymore!
It doesn't matter how Kemen touches it.
After a few seconds, Kemeng understood that the injury left behind after the shadow spear passed through was a mental injury. Kemeng turned into an evil god in his dream, and the mental trauma was naturally cleared.
From this, Kemon had a strange idea.
Even if he completely falls into madness in reality, he should be able to save himself in a dream.
"I need resistance, either more flesh, or wearing an indestructible outer armor." Kemen murmured.
Ke Meng thought of Shadow Stream's Internet cafe butler. When he fell from the sky and jumped out of the plane, he was cut by supersonic water. He temporarily took out his mecha body and broke out of the water. The supersonic cutting water could only cut bright sparks on the surface of the mecha. , cannot be destroyed.
That item must have been confiscated by the Bureau of Investigation. While drawing, Kemen called professionals from the Bureau of Investigation and exchanged the contribution points for the mecha.
That mecha was tentatively considered to be a first-level item, and with Kemeng's contribution points, it was easy to get it on the spot.
A few minutes later, the staff handed over the complete mecha to Kemeng. Before the handover, he warned: "Team Ke, the body is still in the mecha and has not been opened. Please unzip the mecha and hand the body over to us for sealing." deal with."
"Okay." Ke Meng looked at the style of the mecha. It was tight-fitting, tough and strong, with a silvery white body and a distinctive mermaid line shape. It was a bit handsome.
Kemeng touched the mecha and found no mechanism to unlock it. The staff also looked forward to Kemeng's unblocking.
Ke Meng understood, the staff had not found a way to unlock the mecha device.
The shadow of the Internet cafe's butler is still blocking the movement of the wine jar, and a round of interrogation can be arranged later.
But there was no rush. Ke Meng first summoned the safe isolation room. After paying a monetary price, he opened the room and moved the big-faced cat out to check the properties of the mecha.
At the same time, the number of portraits drawn by Kemeng has exceeded 200, and the online mythical beast has found information on dozens more victims.
After people connected their current residences, they discovered a surprising secret.
