North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 162

  Chapter 162 First contact, get rich (revised)

  A lot of photos, raining down from the top of my head.

  Dean grabbed it casually and found that on the photo was a picture of a blue test tube, and grabbed it again, but it was another picture of an inconspicuous gun barrel..

  These photos seem to be filled with potions, modified firearms, and traps.

  “I am a quick learner, proficient in pharmaceuticals, biology, mechanical transformation, gunpowder configuration, and network technology.

  Many things that are the source of pain now are actually my father directly using my achievements. If you let me go, these are all yours. "

  Little Mike explained.

  Dean looked surprised: "But as far as I know, there are many things. If there are no conditions, it is difficult for you to make progress by relying on theory alone."

  "Yes." Little Mike nodded: "But for re-enactment, no research is required. The result I am referring to is re-enactment, not invention and creation. These are two concepts."

   Dean nodded.

  He has already determined that Little Mike is guiding himself and deliberately showing his value.

   This is actually easy to understand.

  This sick man, without help, will probably starve to death.

  Dean was just curious and came to contact him, but he didn't expect Little Mike to arouse his interest.

   thought about it.

  Dean stretched out his hand: "Well, I'm curious about what you said.

   Get to know me again, my name is Dean, I just avenged your father, and what I said just now was just a joke.

  Because I want to test the way you perceive emotions.

  The face of life and death is relatively straightforward. "

  Listen, is this human language?

  If another person heard this, even if he didn't dare to do anything, he would roll his eyes and curse in his heart.

  Little Mike looked at Dean with a much brighter gaze.

  He stretched out his thin palm and put it on Dean's hand: "My name is Little Mike, Dean. Your IQ is higher than that of the same kind I know. I like to communicate with you."

   "Do you know what liking is?"

   "I don't understand, but my father told me that liking is something I am willing to do.

  There isn't much I'm willing to do.

   Finding a less stupid peer to communicate with is one of them.

  I have seen it in books and movies, this one is called companion.

   If you can keep up with my train of thought, maybe we can be mates.

  You should be able to see that I rely on text logic and micro-expressions to judge the emotions of the outside world, so I can easily be deceived.

  Having a support mate helps me survive! "

   Good guy.

   Dean will not be punished again.

  He has thoroughly understood Little Mike's thinking logic.

   Only two things:

   One, what you want to do.

  Second, things that are good for you.

   In vulgar terms.

  Little Mike is an animal who is not bound by emotions, only has primitive instincts. He does what he wants to do, seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, and has no other distracting thoughts.

   To put it in elegant words, it is simple: the heart of a child.

   In general.

   Little Mike's first impression on Dean was not bad.

  Because it's easy to cheat!

  As long as you can control your facial expressions.

   In Little Mike's view.

  You speak the truth.

The key is.

  Little Mike speaks and does things, the logical regularity is too obvious.

   Even if it is a disguised emotional expression, for ordinary people, it may be able to guide the disguise, but for Dean, it can be seen through at a glance.

  Easier than observing ordinary people.

  For those who can handle it.

  Dean has always been tolerant and patient.

   Facing the silent Dean.

  Little Mike took the initiative: "So can we be partners?"

  He needs someone to help him survive.

   Dean looks strong and strong.

   "Sorry, Little Mike, a partner refers to someone of the opposite sex. I only like women, but I know a girl who is equally smart, and I can introduce you to her when I have a chance."

   "But I read the news, same-sex is already legal. In fact, I agree with this kind of communication mode, because..."

   "Stop!"

  Dean felt that if he continued the discussion, he would not be able to explain clearly.

  He changed the subject and said, "What are you going to do next?"

  Little Mike lowered his head:

"have no idea.

  I originally thought that after my father died, the person who was the source of pain came to me.

  Because I know that Ona has been bought by them.

   It turns out that you are the one who came, and you have no idea about the value I deliberately displayed.

   Except the laboratory under the villa.

  I don't know what I can offer you to help me. "

  He's still trying to trick Dean into helping him.

  This is Little Mike's logic of thinking - lure and communication.

   Change to a normal person.

   At this time, she has long since pretended to be pitiful and begged for a hug, instead of trying to lure an adult.

   A smile flashed in Dean's eyes.

  He has long been curious about the things that Little Mike said.

  Poor little guy, IQ may not be low, but you can't force a child who hasn't been out of the house and can't empathize to know what playing hard to get is.

   "Well, for your poor sake, I will accompany you to see your laboratory.

   If there is something suitable.

  I can help you sell it for money, and then hire someone to take care of your life. "

  Little Mike stretched out his hand: "My laboratory is located on the basement floor. This distance is a challenge for me."

   Dean took him in his arms.

  Little Mike's body is really weak. It is estimated that it weighs only thirty or forty kilograms. It belongs to a big-headed doll with skin and bones.

  Under the guidance of Little Mike.

  Dean hugged him and came to the basement floor of the villa.

  Here is a large underground level, about half the size of a football field, and the first sight is rows of heavy oak shelves and tables covered in dust.

  It was covered with various instruments of torture stained with blood.

  Little Mike introduced: "This is the place where my father took his students who were not many at the time, and used modern tools to excavate and transform it when it was first renovated. It was also the place where they first used it for 'baptism'."

   "It looks like it hasn't been touched in a long time."

   "Yes, to be precise, it is eleven years and seven months." Little Mike said indifferently: "Every time my father brought people in, he would bring me by his side to nurture, so I remember it very clearly."

   "But you're only a little over twelve years old!" Dean noticed the loophole in Little Mike's words.

   "This is normal." Little Mike rubbed his forehead wearily, and said lightly: "I have remembered everything since I was born, and I have a photographic memory, which has also caused my health to remain unwell."

   Normal shit!

  Dean has 15 points of mental value, and he can't really remember things with a photographic memory. He must consciously remember something before it will be remembered by his brain.

  What you strive for, others will have at birth.

envious.

   Pass through this torture area.

  The two came to the glass room area behind.

  These glass rooms are filled with a lot of things, and there are many simple tools like mechanical arms inside, which look like cyberpunk.

   "These are the laboratories that my father secretly helped me build after I was six years old after seeing my talent. In fact, if it wasn't for him, it would be very difficult for me to do experiments."

   "Because of my body, I study biology and mechanics more."

  These laboratories were labeled: "Gunpowder Modification!", "Firearm Modification and Research!", "Biological Observation!".

  There are about a dozen simple laboratories in total.

  Biological subjects are the most, followed by explosives and mechanical transformation, which looks a lot like Frankenstein's residence.

   It may be because of Mike's size and physical strength.

  The things here all look a little pocket-sized.

  Little Mike pointed to the glass room in front of the two, and the shelf near the edge said:

   "Those tubes of red and blue reagents are the liquid bombs I prepared. The power is about ten times that of TNT of the same volume, but the reaction is too sensitive.

   So I converted them into trigger detonations, which are more commercially valuable.

  In addition, there are traps between the test tubes, which must be taken down in a fixed order, otherwise these tubes of reagents can blow up the force point of this underground space and bury it alive. "

  Dean looked at the test tubes that looked like models, his pupils shrunk.

   Between the test tubes, there are very inconspicuous thin wire connections.

   Moreover, the information disclosed in Little Mike's words shows that he also has a deep research on mechanics.

  The two continued to go deeper.

  Next.

  Dean saw the clay dynamite that was only the size of a cigarette but could blow up a car, the black plant extract powder with aphrodisiac effect, the tobacco with calming effect, and the simple but versatile silencer barrel.

  From mechanics to biology to chemistry

  Little Mike dabbled in all of them, and all of them gained a lot.

  Dean was shocked again and again, and subconsciously tightened the hand holding Little Mike, as if this was not a thin and thin boy, but a life-sized doll made of diamonds.

  He couldn't help wondering: "A lot of knowledge involved in this, I'm afraid Mike Smith didn't have access to it, how did you get it?"

  Little Mike pointed to the last laboratory: "Thanks to the Internet, I used a small invention in exchange for a lot of resources, which is also the main reason why I can grow rapidly."

  Dean quickened his pace and came to the laboratory at the end.

  This laboratory is obviously different from other laboratories. It is not only covered by completely sealed black tempered glass, but also has an independent ventilation duct and the top for exhaust ventilation.

  Dean wanted to go in, but was stopped by Little Mike.

   "This laboratory must be unlocked with fingerprint + iris. Otherwise, if you just push the door in, it will trigger another self-exposure device and destroy this underground space."

  Dean glanced around, wondering: "But I didn't see the scanning device."

  Little Mike explained:

   “This is the latest device out there.

  I simply made some camouflage, on the inconspicuous glass and black cloth, so that there is enough confidentiality, otherwise the simple fingerprint iris lock will only bring me security risks, not an early warning. "

   "Sorry, I haven't touched this thing before, open the lock and have a look."

  Little Mike nodded, stretched out his finger, and tapped randomly on the seemingly ordinary black tempered glass, and a green electronic screen actually appeared on it.

  The left side of the screen is a fingerprint image, and the right side is a red light spot.

   It looks magical and sci-fi.

  Little Mike didn't put his finger directly on the fingerprint, but asked Dean for help: "Can you take off my left shoe and sock, I set it to unlock the little toe footprint."

   Dean: "."

  Gog!

  He has already put Little Mike on an equal footing in his heart.

  This guy, if he didn't have a physical defect, he probably would have lived a much better life than he is now.

  Dean obeyed and stuck Mike's little toe to the left side of the glass electronic screen.

  Little Mike moved his right eye to the right in this weird posture.

   Only a beep was heard.

  The glass door pops open.

  At the same time, a woman's voice without emotion came from inside: Welcome home, Little Mike, it's 2001, January 24, 11:27:35 am.

  At the same time a small mechanical wheelchair appeared at the door.

   "This is my mother's voice synthesized based on my memory. I hope to use the voice to stimulate the body to secrete some unknown substances related to emotions. Unfortunately, this method is useless."

  Little Mike looked indifferent, not disappointed, not unwilling, just explaining one thing calmly.

  Dean takes one look at him and puts him in the electric wheelchair.

   This thing is well-made, it should be bought now

  Different from imagination.

  The entrance is a very cozy small room with a bed, a chair and a fireplace. It looks like a tool room that can be lived in. There is a large table against the wall.

  There are steps directly under the table, which seems to be convenient for Little Mike to walk up directly.

  On the top of the wooden table, there is a very small, but it looks like a sophisticated assembly line 'model', with electric brakes, and many material input ports.

   If it is not too small, it almost makes people think that this is a real processing line.

besides.

  On the wall above the wooden table, there is a group photo of a family of three.

   Above, Mike Smith and another strange woman are holding a baby who is only a few months old, smiling sweetly at the camera, looking very warm.

   Dean was attracted by the model on the table at the first sight!

  This familiar shape! !

  Forcibly suppressing the astonishment and suspicion in his heart, he pretended to be casual and said, "Where's the invention you're talking about?"

Little Mike didn't notice Dean's inner turmoil at the moment, and pointed to the model on the table: "This is a set of extraction equipment, as long as you put in the corresponding materials, you can get a very strange additive, I call it [Intoxication]! "

   said.

  He rarely showed a suspicious look of disappointment:

   "Research is a matter of luck.

   This is the only thing that can trigger me to simulate perceived emotions in my research, and the side effects are not big.

   Unfortunately, with use, it will continue to damage the brain.

  So I sold this thing to a Mexican group through the dark net, in exchange for a lot of knowledge.

   This thing is actually similar to some neurological drugs. The only advantage is that it is cheap. I don't know why those people wanted to find me like crazy.

  For security reasons.

   I never made this kind of transaction again. "

   Fuck!

  [Drunk], it was actually invented by the little one in front of me!

  Dean could no longer suppress the emotional fluctuations caused by the shock, he directly raised Little Mike high, looked up at him, and said gently: "Mr. Little Mike, I think you need a good partner!"

from now on.

  Little Mike is his little baby!

   Whoever is greedy will die!

  Little Mike looked down at Dean, who looked like a perverted "copper smelter" at the moment, with a calm expression: "Partner? Can't it be a partner? All the books and movies I read show that partners are closer than partners."

Dean: ".Sorry, I said that I only like women, and people's hearts will change, but interests will not. In my opinion, you help me, I help you, exchanges of equal value will last for a long time. "

  Little Mike looked at Dean, blinked his eyes: "This is in line with my thoughts, I seem to like you more."

  Dean rolled his eyes: "Thank you for liking it. May I ask, how many things do you have invented by yourself and have patent rights?"

   "Patent rights?" Little Mike shook his head:

  "I can't understand this kind of thing that uses nothingness to restrict human behavior, so I don't care about those laws.

  But there are two other things invented besides the crude version of the [Intoxication] formula that was sold.

  A kind of poison that can congest the curling area, but eating too much will make the heart beat fast. It may be a good poison for some elderly people.

  The other is plant extracts, which have obvious anesthetic effects and can also produce hallucinations. I often use it to fall into deep sleep. I guess you can exchange it for a lot of money. "

   Finish listening.

  Dean's righteous words:

   "Little Mike, taking out good things is to seduce people into committing a crime, so it's not safe.

   How about it, show me the formula of the weak poison you mentioned that makes the place congest the blood, maybe improve it, and use it to make some rat poison or something. "

   "Okay, then I need a suitable nanny to take care of my life. It would be best if it was you, because I don't like talking to people who are stupider than myself."

   "Easy to say!"

   Dean agrees.

  Although I don't understand why a child would research the medicine for tigers and wolves.

   But Dean knew.

   Make yourself rich!

   This chapter is a 10% discount

  (end of this chapter)

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