A Scientific Urban Detective

Having had experience actually using firearms, Lin Wuming fiddled with it for a while and finally familiarized himself with the miniature Derringer pistol in his hand. Then, he opened the ammunition box and skillfully loaded two bullets.

Then, he turned the muzzle, seemingly wanting to check the rifling in the barrel and the state of the bullets, and looked towards the muzzle.

This action was very dangerous. If the pistol went off, he would blow his own head off.

Even if it didn't go off, Lin Wuming had the urge to pull the trigger himself; like 'high-place phenomenon (when standing on the edge of a tall building, knowing it's dangerous, there's still an urge to jump down...)' there was a strange, fatal attraction.

Unless in combat, the muzzle should not be pointed at anyone—this is common sense.

Even Kurozuma Miare, who didn't play with guns, was very aware of the danger of this action.

Seeing Lin Wuming point the gun at himself, he and Hattori Hanzo spoke almost simultaneously, wanting to stop this dangerous action.

But before that, Hachi Mitsu, who had been standing behind Lin Wuming, suddenly acted, grabbing the delicate and small pistol and, with an irresistible force, forcibly twisting the muzzle to the side.

Hattori Hanzo, who was directly in the line of fire, quickly dodged.

Hachi Mitsu cared about Lin Wuming's safety, but others were not within her consideration.

"Dangerous!" After taking action, Hachi Mitsu whispered in Lin Wuming's ear.

Lin Wuming did not resist, accepting her advice readily: "I know, don't worry, I'll be fine."

In fact, Lin Wuming was also very clear about these precautions; however, his original purpose for buying the gun was to aim it at himself, so this taboo was meaningless to Lin Wuming.

Of course, Lin Wuming also knew that if he directly confessed that he bought the gun for "suicide," it would definitely cause a strong reaction from the three people around him; Hachi Mitsu might even take the lead and paralyze his ability to act, in order to stop him from "committing suicide."

And after all, this was also Lin Wuming's "trump card," so it was better to keep it a secret as much as possible.

"Can I test fire it?" Lin Wuming turned to ask Kurozuma Miare. After getting a new gun, he definitely had to test it to check its performance.

"Of course, go ahead." Kurozuma Miare raised his hand to point to the side. He had already prepared. The abandoned factory had plenty of space, and a steel plate was hung as a target ten meters away.

"This distance is a bit difficult, right?" Hattori Hanzo said, "The range of a miniature gun is very limited, it's better to get closer."

"It doesn't matter, there's no one else here anyway, it doesn't matter if it misses." Kurozuma Miare said.

"But recovering the bullet will be troublesome." Hattori Hanzo said. As a professional, he was very careful not to leave any evidence that might be detrimental to him.

"It doesn't matter, you might not even need that target." Lin Wuming shrugged.

He couldn't even hit the target with a normal handgun, let alone this miniature gun?

Moreover, Lin Wuming's main purpose for test firing was to test its specific power, how many layers of his mental barrier it could penetrate, in order to prepare for the next step of the experiment.

Pulling the trigger, a crisp gunshot rang out, like a small firecracker exploding. Even without earplugs, it wouldn't be too harsh.

Kurozuma Miare and Hattori Hanzo looked at the target, but did not hear the sound of the bullet hitting it. The target remained motionless.

"Well, as expected, it missed..." Kurozuma Miare said.

"No," Hattori Hanzo suddenly shook his head, pointing to a spot less than a meter in front of the muzzle, "The bullet is there."

A small bullet was suspended in mid-air, as if frozen, only seventy centimeters away from the muzzle.

—Three layers of mental barrier, the power is okay, not too great.

Lin Wuming nodded silently. With this power, even shooting himself directly wouldn't be too threatening. On the other hand, if he wanted to activate "bullet time," he had to be careful not to set up too many or too thick mental barriers.

"Mental ability?" Kurozuma Miare suddenly realized, and then, his expression became a little complicated.

Only at this time did he intuitively realize that Lin Wuming was a genuine high-level ability user!

Lin Wuming fired another shot, this time compressing the distance the bullet flew to less than half a meter.

"So, what exactly did you buy this gun for..." Hattori Hanzo couldn't help but complain.

It was not difficult to see that Lin Wuming's mental ability was much stronger than this 0.22 caliber bullet. Whether from a practical or convenient point of view, Lin Wuming had no need to equip such a small handgun as a weapon.

So, there was only one reason...

Kurozuma Miare and Hattori Hanzo looked at each other, and then nodded together.

—Sure enough, this Lin Wuming, what he wanted was not a weapon, but just a "toy" or "collectible," right?

This also relieved the two of them, at least they didn't have to worry about Lin Wuming using this gun to do bad things... although with his character, he probably wouldn't do anything bad anyway.

"Very good, I'll take the things. As for the money..." Lin Wuming hesitated a little. Forty thousand yen was indeed far beyond his expectations.

But on second thought, this price was actually very normal. After all, it was a weapon, even if it was second-hand, it was reasonable for it to be a bit expensive.

"No need, consider it a gift from us." Hattori Hanzo said generously, "After all, you helped us a lot during the underground arena."

"Then I won't be polite." Lin Wuming was not pretentious and directly put away the two boxes.

"The next problem is," Hachi Mitsu said, "How to hide this gun and bullets? Even if I can keep it a secret for you, the security in our apartment building is very strict. There's a scanner at the front door that's on 24 hours a day. You can't bring it in at all."

"About this," Hattori Hanzo suddenly said, "I have a suggestion..."

Leaving "Big Spider's" factory, Lin Wuming and Hachi Mitsu embarked on the road home.

On the way home, they stopped by a subway station they often passed by. There, there were coin lockers.

Hattori Hanzo's suggestion was to use these ubiquitous lockers to store the handgun and ammunition.

This was also a common method used by armed, ability-less groups.

Before finding a better method, Lin Wuming could only temporarily refer to his suggestion.

"Forty thousand yen..." Carefully putting away the key, Lin Wuming was very emotional, "I hope the security here is good, and there aren't any thieves stealing lockers."

"I think it might be better to confess directly to Teacher Kiyama." Hachi Mitsu said.

"Good idea," Lin Wuming smiled wryly, "But, I don't want to be lectured by her."

If it was just a simple hobby, it wouldn't matter to confess directly. But this gun was also related to Lin Wuming's trump card, and he didn't want to create any more complications.

"When the time is right, I will tell Teacher Kiyama." After thinking it over, Lin Wuming finally said.