Chapter 439: Stress trauma

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"Automatic paintbrush?"
"Yes, yes, but it's not in this bureau and needs to be scheduled."
"Ah, you need it. Then we can dispatch it urgently. Could you please wait. It will be delivered in about two hours."
A brief conversation, the investigation bureau quickly completed the dispatch.
Kemeng's request is considered the first priority in the game, and he can jump in at any time.
Because it wasn't so urgent that it exploded, Kemeng didn't rush too much, so he could send it as soon as possible.
Within two hours, Kemeng first hand-painted a portrait, and after drawing a facial feature, he uploaded it to the Internet monster.
After drew several portraits quickly, Kemeng drew a panoramic scene.
When the paintbrush was quickly dispatched from the investigation bureau far away, Kemeng began to use the paintbrush of the investigation bureau.
This is a brush that can read your mind.
It is a pressure-sensitive pen, a brush that matches the hand-painted board, and can be used to draw on the computer with painting software.
It is not a pencil or the like in the traditional sense, but it feels really good. After Kemon is bound to it, it can dance quickly on the hand-painted board and draw draft portraits according to Kemon’s wishes.
You don’t need to grasp the pressure-sensitive pen with your hands. It can draw pictures automatically, which is simply a dream of painters. Just lying down and letting your brain draw pictures, the speed is very fast.
With this brush, Kemeng can paint much faster.
When I drew the design draft, why didn't I think of this?
Kemeng recalled the needs at the time, because a group of old scientists surrounded their heads, and the atmosphere of scientific research was too strong. He didn't think of this for a while.
Now because of the need to solve the case urgently, Kemeng's sense of emergency has come up. If you have the means, just use it.
Luo Yuan’s group of people have not yet gone back to relax. They were noisy for so long last night, and in the end they were overturned. There were too many places to report and they were so busy.
Luo Yuan was the first to finish the complicated reports, and rushed to look at the portraits painted by Ke An.
"Is this the giant spear you saw in your dream?" Luo Yuan picked up a hand-painted manuscript, the lead ink remained warm.
Kemeng has two uses. The pressure-sensitive pen draws the electronic draft on the hand-drawn board, but both hands are using the pencil to draw the hand-drawn draft. The scene map is the drawing with pencil.
"Yes, how do you feel." Luo Yuan frowned and put down the picture with a headache.
"What's the matter with you?" Kemeng didn't stop his pen, quickly raised his head to look at Luo Yuan, and continued to paint.
"It's a headache, and it's a headache at first sight." Luo Yuan held his forehead with his hand, gritted his teeth, and quickly judged: "It may be a mental trauma. I have seen it on a companion."
Investigators are high-risk occupations. Some people return from performing tasks. Although there is nothing on the surface, they have gone through a catastrophe. When they see certain things that may trigger memories, people will feel severe pain and do not want to recall that past event.
This is the brain's self-protection mechanism. As long as you don't think back, the trauma will not continue to expand.
Kemeng looked up at Luo Yuan again, "This is not good."
"Yes, let me go to sleep, use your dream pillow." Luo Yuan said.
In the Whale City Bureau of Investigation, the top item to recover from trauma is only the dream pillow that Kemeng handed in.
Items from other cities are also mentioned. Now I only talk about the scope of the whale market. The dream pillow has one of the best recovery functions. Luo Yuan has seen many comrades suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder return to normal.
Luo Yuan left, Kemeng continued to paint.
After a while, Director Lei sneaked over to visit Kemeng, "Yes Kemeng, our bureau has already found a victim from this continent through the portrait you drew... Hey, is this the scene picture?"
Director Lei picked up the drawing, but hadn't looked at it seriously, "Ah!"
He was holding his head, but also felt the pain in his head.
"No, I'll take a rest. Your picture is poisonous, and your head hurts when you look at it." Director Lei waved his hand. There is the giant spear in the scene picture. Now he has a headache when he sees the spear and can't think.
Kemeng frowned, the spear did not kill, but the side effects should not be underestimated.
However, he can accept such a result. After all, it is the top offensive of Shadow Stream, and it is considered not to die.
After a while, Director Wu heard the news. 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 Shadowspear, he sneaked over.
Picking up the paper, I saw Shadow Stream Spear, hiss
The Secretary took a deep breath, having a terrible headache, and put down the picture.
Chief Wu also withdrew. He planned to treat himself with the Dream Pillow.
However, there was only one Dream Pillow, and there was temporarily an embarrassing situation with nothing to cure.
Kemeng stopped drawing with the pencil and continued with the pressure-sensitive pen.
He picked up the scene picture and took a peek at Mengli Kemeng as a Cthulhu, and it did not produce symptoms similar to post-traumatic stress disorder.
He looked at his right palm again, and touched the palm of his hand. It was once penetrated by a giant spear. As long as he touched the palm of his hand, he would feel the pain of the heart.
"Huh!" Ke Meng's face was surprised.
My palm doesn't hurt anymore!
No matter how Kemon touched it, it was fine.
A few seconds later, Kemeng understood that the injury left by the shadow spear was a mental injury. Kemeng became an evil in a dream, and the mental trauma was naturally cleared.
As a result, Kemeng had a strange idea.
Even if you are completely mad in reality, you should be able to come back from your dream.
"I need resistance. Either it's more fleshy, or I wear armor that doesn't damage the King Kong." Kemun murmured.
Kemon thought of the deacon of the Internet cafe of Shadow Stream. When he fell from the sky and jumped from the plane, he encountered supersonic water cutting, and temporarily took out the body of the mecha and broke through the water. The supersonic cutting water can only cut bright sparks on the surface of the mecha. , Cannot be destroyed.
The item must have been confiscated by the Bureau of Investigation. Kemeng drew a picture while calling the professionals of the Bureau of Investigation to exchange the contribution value for the mecha.
That mech is tentatively at the level of a first-class item, and with Kemun’s contribution points, it can be easily changed on the spot.
A few minutes later ~EbookFREE.me~ the staff handed over the complete mecha to Kemeng. Before the handover, they said: "Ke, the corpse is still in the mecha and has not been opened. Please untie the mecha. Give the body to us for sealing."
"Okay." Kemeng looked at the style of the mecha. It was tight-fitting, tough and sturdy. The whole body was silver-white, with the characteristics of a fishing line and a little handsome.
Kemeng touched the mecha, but couldn't find the mechanism to unlock it. The staff also looked forward to Kemeng's release.
Kemon understood, the staff did not find a way to unlock the armor device.
The shadow of the deacon of the Internet cafe is still sealed in the mobile wine jar, and a round of interrogation can be arranged later.
But in no hurry, Kemun first called out the safe isolation room, and after paying the monetary price, opened the room and moved the big-faced cat inside to check the properties of the mecha.
At the same time, the number of portraits drawn by Kemeng has reached 200+, and the Internet monster has found information about dozens of victims.
After connecting their current residence, people discovered an amazing secret.