"Brushes that paint automatically?"

"Yes, yes, but not in this bureau, it needs to be dispatched."

"Ah, you need it, then we can expedite the dispatch, please wait, it will be sent in about two hours."

A short conversation, the Bureau of Investigation quickly completed the dispatch.

Kemon's request is the first priority in the game, and he can cut the queue at any time.

Because it was not urgent enough to explode, Kemon didn't rush too much, as long as he could send it as soon as possible.

Within two hours, Kemeng first painted the portrait, and after painting a facial feature, he uploaded it to the Internet Divine Beast.

After quickly drawing a few portraits, Kémon drew a panorama of the scene.

After the brushes were quickly dispatched from the Bureau of Investigation in the distance, Kemon began to use the Bureau's brushes.

This is a brush that reads the mind.

It is a pressure-sensitive pen, a brush that goes with a drawing tablet, and can be used to draw on a computer with drawing software.

It's not a pencil or anything like that, but it feels really good, and when Kemon binds to it, it can quickly dance on a sketchpad and draw a sketch of a portrait as Kemon wishes.

You don't need to use your hands to grasp the pen, it can draw automatically, it's a painter's dream, just lie down and let your brain draw, and it's fast.

With this brush, Kemon paints much faster.

When I first drew the design draft, I didn't think of this.

Kemeng recalled the needs at that time, because a group of old scientists and old men surrounded their heads, and the atmosphere of scientific research was too strong, and he didn't think of this thing for a while.

Now because of the need to solve the case urgently, Kemeng's sense of urgency has come up, and he can use the means to do so.

Luo Yuan's group of people haven't gone back to leisure, they made a fuss for so long last night, and in the end they were capsized, and there are too many places to make a report, and they are very busy.

Luo Yuan was the first to finish the complicated report, and hurried over to read the portrait sketch painted by Ke An.

"Is this the giant spear you saw in your dreams?" Luo Yuan picked up a hand-drawn manuscript, and the residual warmth of lead ink remained.

Kemeng is dual-minded, drawing electronic drawings on the drawing board with a sensitive pen, but his hands are drawing hand-drawn drawings with pencils, and the scene is drawn with pencils.

"yes, how do you feel?" Luo Yuan frowned, looked like he had a headache, and put down the picture.

"What's wrong with you?" Kemeng didn't stop writing, quickly looked up at Luo Yuan, and continued to paint.

"It's a good headache, it's a headache when you look 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 companion." ”

Investigator is a high-risk profession, some people return from a mission, although there is nothing on the surface, but after experiencing a catastrophe, seeing something that may evoke memories, people will show a sense of severe pain, do not want to recall the past.

This is the brain's self-protection mechanism, and as long as it is not recalled, the trauma will not continue to expand.

Kemeng looked up at Luo Yuan again, "This is not good." ”

"yes, I'll go get some sleep, with your sweet dream pillow." Luo Yuan said.

In the Whale City Investigation Bureau, the only top item to restore mental trauma is the dream pillow that Kemon handed over.

The items in other cities are said to be only talking about the scope of the whale market now, and the recovery function of the sweet dream pillow is one of the best, and Luo Yuan has seen many comrades who have suffered from PTSD return to normal.

Luo Yuan left, and Kemeng continued to paint.

After a while, Director Lei slipped over to visit Kemeng, "Yes, Kemeng, our bureau has found a victim from this continent through the portrait you painted...... Hey, is this the scene map? ”

Director Lei picked up the drawings and didn't read them carefully, "Ah! ”

He covered his head, and he also felt a pain in his head.

"No, I'll go take a break, your picture is poisonous, and my head hurts when I look at it." Director Lei waved his hand, there was that giant spear in this scene picture, and now he had a headache when he saw this spear, and he couldn't think

Kemeng frowned, the giant spear didn't kill, but the side effects should not be underestimated.

But he can still accept such a result, after all, it is the top offensive of the shadow stream, and it is okay not to die.

After a while, Director Wu heard the news, and he originally planned to go back to rest after finishing the copywriting, but when he heard that Director Lei had a headache after seeing a picture of a shadow spear, he also slipped over.

Picking up the paper, I saw the Shadow Spear, and hiss—

The director gasped, had a headache, and put down the picture.

Director Wu also withdrew, and he planned to treat himself with a sweet dream pillow.

However, there is only one sweet dream pillow, and there is an embarrassing situation in the bureau that there is nothing to cure for the time being.

Kermont stopped drawing with a pencil, and the pen continued to draw.

He picked up the picture of the scene and peeked at it in his dream as an evil god, and it didn't produce symptoms similar to PTSD.

He looked at his right palm again, and touched the palm of his hand with his hand, which had been pierced by a giant spear, and as long as he touched the palm of his hand, he would feel the pain of drilling his heart.

"Huh!" Ke Meng looked surprised.

The palm of my hand doesn't hurt anymore!

No matter how much Kemon touches it, it's fine.

After a few seconds, Kemon understood, the injury left after the shadow spear passed through was a mental side injury, Kemon turned into an evil god in his dream, and the mental wound was naturally cleared.

From this, Kemon had a strange idea.

Even if you fall into complete madness in reality, you should be able to dream and save it.

"I need resistance, either more flesh or wearing the outer armor that doesn't break through Vajra." Kemon muttered.

Kemon thought of the deacon of the Internet café of the shadow stream, when he jumped from the sky, he was cut by the supersonic water, and temporarily felt the body of the mecha to break through the water, and the supersonic cutting water could only cut bright sparks on the surface of the mecha, which could not be destroyed.

The item must have been confiscated by the Bureau of Investigation, and while Kemon was drawing, he called the professionals of the Bureau of Investigation and exchanged the contribution points for the mech.

That mecha is tentatively at the level of a first-class item, and with Kemon's contribution points, it is easy to exchange it on the spot.

A few minutes later, the staff handed over the complete mecha to Kemeng, and instructed before handing over: "Team Ke, the corpse is still in the mecha and has not been opened, please untie the mecha and hand over the corpse to us for sealing." ”

"Okay." Kemeng looked at the style of the mecha, tight-fitting and fitting, tough and robust, with a silver-white body, and a fishline model, a little handsome.

Kemeng touched the mecha, but did not find the untied mechanism, and the staff also looked forward to Kemeng's unsealing with their eyes.

Kemon understood, and the staff didn't find a way to unlock the mecha device.

The shadow of the deacon of the Internet café is still sealed in the forbidden wine altar, and a round of interrogation can be arranged later.

But there is no hurry, Kemeng first called out the safety isolation room, and after paying a monetary price, he opened the house and moved out the big-faced cat inside to check the properties of the mecha.

At the same time, the number of portraits painted by Kemeng has reached 200+, and the Internet Divine Beast has found the information of dozens of victims.

After connecting their current residences, people discover an amazing secret.