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

A large pile of photos fell from the top of the head like raindrops.

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 some potions, modified firearms, and mechanism 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 replicas, there is no need for research. The results I am referring to are replicas, not inventions. 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.

If there is no one to help this sick man, he will probably starve to death.

Dean originally just came over out of curiosity to get in touch, but he didn't expect Little Mike to arouse his interest.

Think about it.

Dean held 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 speech?

If another person heard this, even if he didn't dare to do anything, he would have to roll his eyes and curse a few words 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 can't understand it, but my father told me that liking is something I'm willing to do.

There's not much I'm willing to do.

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

I've seen it in books and movies, it's called a companion.

If you can follow my train of thought, maybe we can be mates.

You should be able to see that my emotional perception of the outside world depends entirely on the logic of words and micro-expressions, and I judge rigidly, which is easy to be deceived.

Having a support mate helps me survive! "

Good guy.

Dean can't be dealt with again.

He has completely figured out the logic of Little Mike's thinking.

Only two things:

One, what you want to do.

Two, things that are good for you.

In vulgar terms.

Little Mike is an animal with no emotions, only primitive instincts. He does what he wants to do, seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, and has no other distracting thoughts.

In elegant words, it is simple: the heart of a child.

All in all.

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

Because it's easy to lie!

As long as you can control your facial expressions.

In Little Mike's opinion.

You are telling the truth.

The key is.

The logical regularity of Little Mike's words and actions 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 looked 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 when I read the news, homosexuality is already legal. In fact, I agree with this type of communication because..."

"Stop!"

Dean felt that if he continued the discussion, he couldn't 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 Ona has been bought by them.

It turned out that you came, and had no idea of ​​the value I deliberately displayed.

Except for the laboratory under the villa.

I don't know what I can come up with for 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 had already 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 in Little Mike's mouth.

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 is a big-headed doll with skin and bones.

Under the guidance of Little Mike.

Dean carried him to the basement floor of the villa.

This is a large underground level, about half the size of a football field, and the first thing you can see is rows of heavy oak shelves and tables covered in dust.

All kinds of blood-stained instruments of torture were placed on it.

Little Mike introduced: "This is the place where my father took his few students 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 no one has touched it in a long time."

"Yes, to be precise, it's 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 him, 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 a little tiredly, 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 have a photographic memory. He must consciously remember something before it will be remembered by his brain.

What you work hard for, others have from birth.

envious.

Go through this torture area.

The two came to the glass room area behind.

There are a lot of things piled up in these glass rooms, 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 difficult for me to even do experiments."

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

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

There are about a dozen simple laboratories in total.

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

It may be because of Little 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 stress point of this underground space and bury it alive. "

Dean's pupils shrank as he looked at the test tubes that looked like models.

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

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

The two continued to go deeper.

next.

Dean saw the clay dynamite that was 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: "I'm afraid Mike Smith didn't have access to a lot of knowledge involved here. 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 designed with an independent ventilation duct and the top for exhaust and 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:

"It's the latest equipment 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 fingers, and tapped randomly on the seemingly ordinary black tempered glass, and a green electronic screen actually appeared on it.

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

It looks magical and sci-fi.

Little Mike didn't directly put his finger 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: "."

dog!

In his heart, he had already placed Little Mike on an equal footing.

If this guy didn't have physical defects, 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.

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

Only a beep was heard.

The glass door popped open.

At the same time, a woman's voice without emotion came from inside: Welcome home, Little Mike, it's January 24, 2001, at 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 calm, not disappointed, not unwilling, just explaining one thing calmly.

Dean took one look at him and put him in the electric wheelchair.

This thing is well made, should be bought now

Different from what I imagined.

The first sight 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 is a very small but precise assembly line 'model' with electric brakes and many material input ports.

If it is not too pocket-sized, 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.

At first sight, Dean was attracted by the model on the table!

This familiar shape! ! !

Forcibly suppressing the shock 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]! "

talking.

He rarely showed a suspicious look of disappointment:

"Research is a very difficult and very lucky thing.

It's the only thing in my research that triggers me to simulate perceived emotions with minimal side effects.

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 will never do this kind of transaction again. "

Fuck!

Fuck!

[Enchanted], 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: "Partners? Can't they be partners? 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 your liking. May I ask, how many things do you have that you invented yourself and have patent rights for?"

"Patent rights?" Little Mike shook his head:

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

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

One can congest the curling area with blood, but eating too much will make the heart beat faster. It may be a good poison for some elderly people to eat.

The other is plant extract, which has obvious anesthesia effect and can also produce hallucinations. I often use it to enter deep sleep. I guess you can exchange it for a lot of money. "

finished listening.

Dean sternly said:

"Little Mike, taking out good things is to seduce people into committing crimes, which is not safe.

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

"Well, 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."

"Good to say!"

Dean agreed.

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

But Dean knew.

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