Continuing to pull into the perspective, metal particles appeared in front of him, with some kind of unique patterns engraved on them, these lines will stimulate electromagnetic waves similar to brain waves, and the person behind it controls the demon rat through this small alchemical creation.

What's more, this rice-sized piece of metal also has a mechanism inside, and once the rat dies, it will automatically heat up and decompose to prevent people from discovering this secret.

Of course, that's not the point, he's not engaged in scientific research, and he probably doesn't understand how this thing is made, but he can crack it, in the final analysis, it's just electromagnetic waves of different frequencies, you can use it as a springboard, I can't?

You know, a few days ago in the border town, Fugui adjusted the frequency of his brain waves and talked directly to Old York, which was as simple as eating for him.

Pouting, he simulated the equivalent frequency, jumping forward in the opposite direction along the waves emitted by the metal particles, and with electromagnetic waves as perception, Fugui's perspective was also constantly moving forward.

Finally, in a corner of the underground black market, a small cave hidden in it was discovered, and there was no way out here, or there used to be, but it has been blocked, and only the demon rat can pass through the rat hole.

Inside the cave, there are all kinds of strange alchemy instruments, bottles and cans, and there are some mice and even human corpses soaked in them, but the most are magic rats, dense, paved on the ground, and people with dense phobia will even convulse all over their bodies at a glance.

A guy with a Frankenstein-like helmet seemed to be sitting in the midst of a swarm of rats, staring at the screen-like thing that covered the walls in front of him, his face full of astonishment.

"It's... How is it possible, how can he cut off the signal accurately, and how can he crack my signal."

"What kind of supernatural ability is this?"

"I really want to catch him and study him.."

..

"Damn, you're a Frankenstein, and you're still thinking about this kind of thing at this time!"

With the help of the springboard, Fugui interpreted his brain waves, and he could only be helpless about it, but the more this is the case, the more it proves that this matter must be ended today, at this moment!

"Wow~~"

The honest demon rat, who was crawling on the ground, suddenly rioted, and threw Frankenstein to the ground, not even giving him a second to resist, and almost at the same time bit off his hands and feet, and the strange device on his head, making sure that he could not resist for the time being.

There was an equally permeable chewing sound, and after a few minutes, there was only a mass of gnawed bones left in this huge cavern.

"Whew~~"

Fugui, who forced himself to see all this, took a breath, and if people want to learn lessons, they have the right to do things and train themselves.

Then, instead of manipulating the demon rat to touch anything, even if there were some valuable things in the cave, Fugui just dispersed the fluctuations, as if he hadn't asked the Frankenstein about anything.

There are some things, just knowing that it is troublesome, what about being a man, you must not forget the original intention, since you want to be a rural landlord, then don't learn the protagonist to make trouble.

...

"Whoa~"

The demon rats all over the ground were scattered under the order of Fugui, of course, after this dispersal left, he had no means to control it back, but it didn't matter, it was all trouble, there was no need to get involved.

Coming to the black girl, Fugui looked at the black girl lying on the ground, although she was covered with bruises, but fortunately, the wounds were not deep, but if she left it like this, she would probably bleed too much and die..

"I... I don't want to die.."

In a daze, seeing wealth and nobility, the black girl can't speak, but the desire in her eyes can be seen without mind reading.

"Whoosh~"

A burst of light flashed, and all the ruptured blood vessels in the black girl's body were scorched and closed, and another pain directly made her faint...

"The rest, it's up to your luck.."

Shaking his head, the rich man with the cash box disappeared into the night...

...

"A serious person writes a diary, but I'm not a serious person."

Under the night, Fugui did not sleep, but lay down next to the table, writing and drawing on a small notebook, as mentioned earlier, he is a person who likes to introspect, but self-reflection is such a thing, and he will forget it after a long time, so he chose to write a diary, in his last life, he had such a habit.

"First of all, I encountered such trouble today, not because I am Conan's physique, but because of my wrong assessment of concealment, as the saying goes, the great hidden in the world, you have to be the one with the largest number of people, so as not to attract the attention of others."

"Hmm..."

After thinking about it, Fugui added a dash in the middle and filled in a few words below.

"Corresponding to the occasion."

"Secondly, my heart is still not ruthless enough, the earth is not peaceful, but China is peaceful, I have lived in China for decades, it is not a mistake to have such a reaction, but in the end, the world is different, the times are different, I need to make myself more.."

"Indifferent?"

After thinking about it, Fugui shook his head, he wanted to be a normal person and live happily.

"Be sensible, learn to control your emotions..."

"Finally, to restrain your desire to explore the unknown, knowing is equal to trouble, serious men should avoid going to places like the black market, although I heard that there are a lot of fun and healthy things on the second basement floor of the black market..."

"Write it and call it a day.."

Because the text is written in Chinese characters, Fugui is not afraid of being understood, after writing, he put it on the table, and he lay on the bed, tossing for most of the night, and now it is about three or four o'clock in the morning, he is also a little sleepy.

"But.."

Suddenly, Fugui, who had already closed his eyes, couldn't help but open his eyes again.

It's not that he couldn't help but want to go to the second basement floor, but he suddenly found that the metal particles in the brain of the demon rat that he had observed at the microscopic level, especially the bells and whistles on it, were so clearly reflected in his mind, so clear that he seemed to be probably possible.. It seems to be.. Got it...

...

"How's her injury?"

"Fortunately, it's all trauma, but a lot of blood has been shed, and I'm still in a coma."

In the underground black market, Yulia stood next to the black girl, looking at the black girl lying on the bed and being wrapped like a dumpling, and said in her mind.

"Moreover, that man should have used some kind of derivative method of transcendent means to stop the bleeding for the black girl, otherwise we may not be able to save her when we arrive."

"What a nice man."

"Indeed."

Yulia nodded, as for the fact that he didn't save the black girl immediately, just kidding, why did people save you, should you or owe you?

To be able to stop the bleeding for you afterwards is already benevolent and righteous, not to mention that it is still a derivative means, after a battle, a transcendent person will be tired, and the so-called derivative means are the 'phenomena' derived from magic energy.

Compared with pure transcendent abilities, the 'phenomenon' is not an extraordinary ability in nature, although the effect is much worse, but the damage to ordinary people will be reduced to a very low level, and the control will be more laborious, and then think about the many wounds on the black girl's body have been mostly treated, what is there to dissatisfaction with.

Of course, this also shows from another level that the previous guess was not accurate, such a short period of time, such a precise control, must not have just awakened, it is about a transcendent person outside the intelligence network, most likely the first time to come to the capital of Wallash.

"Are there any clues left at the scene?"

"Nope."

Yulia sighed.

"There is nothing except the blood stains of the black girl, and some traces left by the demon rat, and it is probably not clear what happened after that, at that time the black girl's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, but it is certain that the man must have won."

"We owe him once."

"Yes."

"All the clones on the black market!"

"Yes, ontology, what's the matter?"

"Use all the means at your disposal to track down the Demon Rat Gang."

The voice of the body sounds very flat, but every doppelganger can hear the hidden anger from it, to be honest, this makes them quite moved, they say that they are doppelgangers, but finally they have their own personality, sackcloth that is thrown away when it is used, or is it really valued, who doesn't want to choose the latter?