After returning to the base, they went their own way. Tomie began to make more crossbow arrows, rummaging through boxes and cabinets in various rooms, gathering away clothes, shoes, plastic paper, cardboard boxes, tape, curtains, bed sheets, and other commonly neglected daily necessities to make improvised protective clothing. When I was a child, I tried to make armor out of cardboard boxes when I played games such as officers and robbers, and after entering middle school, I also participated in handicraft competitions.

The envisioned suit would cover all skin except the head, and would not be very strong in terms of physical defense, with only wood and iron embedded in vital points, leather and cardboard sewn into it, and the thickness would provide cushioning.

Wrap the coarse cloth outer layer in plastic to act like a rain canopy to keep out sewage and stains. The reverse is true for gloves and socks that require increased friction.

If the raw materials can be found, a simple gas mask can be made. However, judging by the materials at hand, it would be nice to be able to make a dust-proof helmet. I was pleasantly surprised to find five pairs of goggles.

"You can also tailor, that's amazing." When she measured Tomie's body measurements, she sighed with surprise.

"It's just ordinary, if you don't pay attention to exquisiteness, anyone can make it."

"I won't!"

There's nothing to be proud of!

"Remember to make a few more shoulder hooks." Tomie said.

"Huh?"

"Bring more weapons, ropes and food."

I nodded, though I still had some doubts about the weapon she was talking about. Now we only have an axe, a revolver without bullets, and a bow and crossbow with a quiver, which is more than enough to carry in our hands.

"How much do you expect this crossbow to be effective?" Tomie magically pulled out a large number of knives and steel pipes from a box, "I went to the first floor to search after you left the house, and I found a compartment that appeared to be a grocery store, and the key left at the back was used to open the door, I thought I had found a treasure, but I only found this pile of things." ”

I rummaged through the box for a while, surprised.

"It's not something of value, why do you want to hide it?"

"Who knows, it's probably a backup, or to prevent people here from getting it, such as children and the like."

"It's weird."

"This world is strange enough, don't care if you have it or not, just use it."

I sighed.

"That is, you are going to make more weapons out of these things?"

Tomie's originally elated expression suddenly darkened a little, and he shook the fire axe.

"Anyway, even if it is made, it can't compare to it."

That's right, the battle with the Horned Monster has proven that all homemade weapons, with the exception of the axe and revolver, can only be used as a support item. On the contrary, it reflects the anomaly of the axe and the revolver.

Only these two are included in the information. Conversely, only weapons that are included in the intelligence can give monsters enough damage.

Just as Tomie was puzzled by the sharpness and size of the fire axe, I also had some doubts about the revolver, which was not of a large caliber, but much more powerful than it looked. The strong recoil caused when the gun is fired is memorable.

But there were no more bullets.

I sat cross-legged on the ground, pulled out the revolver, and pushed the wheel sideways to pull the cartridge case out. This gun is neither big nor small, it looks very majestic, and there is a sense of precipitation of the times. I'm basically military blind, and I can't judge the model of this revolver from its appearance, but I think it looks a lot like the guns used by those old and strong police detectives in old-fashioned cop movies, so I like it very much, thinking that even if there are no bullets, it would be good to collect it.

But now the idea of finding out suddenly arises. I don't dismantle a gun, but I know that the power of a bullet depends on the structure of the gun and the type of ammunition.

Some clues may be found through the traces left on the shells.

There is no doorway from the appearance of these shells, which are similar to the rifle cartridge casings collected as a child. The sunlight flowed on the yellow and clear metal curved surface, which was a little dazzling.

I knocked the opening of the cartridge case downward, not thinking about what I could pour, and as a result, some gray powder appeared on the ground.

Is it gunpowder that has not burned out? Or the residue of impure gunpowder after it burned out?

I was immediately intrigued, maybe the secret of the power of the bullet was here.

I'm calling Tomie.

"What do you think it is?"

"I ...... Not much is known about firearms. Tomie said hesitantly.

She crouched down beside me, dipped her fingers in some gray powder, rubbed her thumb for a while, and then leaned into the tip of her nose and sniffed it. She even tried to lick it, but I stopped her.

"Stop pretending."

"You told me to show it." She grunted disapperably.

"I didn't tell you to eat it."

"You should be able to tell if you taste it."

"It's not a dish!"

Tomie pouted.

"Okay, do you see something?"

"Hmm......" Tomie crossed his hands in front of his chest, muttered for a while, and said, "It seems to be gray stone." ”

"Huh?"

I was stunned.

"I've said it's all about tasting it." Tomie said, shoving his index finger into his mouth.

I stared at her nervously, as if she was going to have a bad stomach in the next moment. As a result, Tomie just nodded with a satisfied expression.

"Sure enough, it's graystone."

"Really?"

"Of course, it feels exactly the same as Greystone."

Suspiciously, I also took some powder in my mouth, and the next moment I spit out with my saliva.

"It's bitter, where is it like gray stone!"

If I really want to say it, it's more like ordinary gunpowder, but I've never eaten gunpowder before, so it's not very real.

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight reaction in the body, because it was so faint that it was almost imperceptible if it was not warned in advance. It is indeed limestone, more precisely, it is doped with limestone and some other components.

Somewhat abruptly.

"In other words, the reason why it has special effects on those monsters is that Greystone is working?"

If you think about it, it's not impossible, the gray stone is made of dead monsters, and although it has a promoting effect on the human constitution, it may be an existence like corpse poison for monsters.

There was the sound of running water behind him.

Tomie rinsed the bloody scab off the axe's blade with water. I walked over to her and handed the rag over.

"See?" Tomie said.

"Hmm."

I saw that the sharp edges of the metal were also doped with gray spots that were difficult to detect if they were not noticed. The texture of the gray dots in light is not metallic.

It should be the same greystone.

Tomie's eyes collided with each other's eyes, witnessing each other's shock and joy.

"How much greystone do we have left?"

"Not much." I counted, "Nine." ”

And they're all the size of mung beans.

After Tomie ate all the eighteen gray stones he had quota, she burst out with inhuman combat power in the battle with the horned monsters, which can be seen from the fact that she jumped almost four meters high at the back of her body, and her whole body was scorched but did not die immediately. It's actually a strange thing, and I'm not sure I can be so strong after eating it.

Aside from the diamond-shaped imprint's consumption of limestone, I don't have enough confidence in these gray stones the size of mung beans. Tomie had reached the D rank before she had taken the limestone, and in my judgment, the mung bean-sized greystone in her body only played the role of a catalyst, not a critical point.

This confirmed my previous suspicion that Tomie was born with strong adaptability, that is, a genius.

Therefore, although I understand Tomie's thoughts, I am not optimistic about using all these gray stones to make weapons.

"It's too little, it can only be used as first-aid medicine." Tomie also showed a regretful expression.