A Scientific Urban Detective

In the following days, Lin Wuming would make sure to pick up his gun at the subway station on his way to his “job” as a Disciplinary Committee member, taking time to experiment and practice; before heading home, he would return it to the pay-per-use locker.

To make carrying it easier, he specifically designated a space in the storage compartment of his wheelchair armrest for the handgun.

Finally, after using up most of a box of ammunition, Lin Wuming achieved the effect he wanted…

By the lake in the park, surrounded by dense bushes, it was quiet and deserted—the ideal practice location that Lin Wuming had found.

The sound of the Derringer pistol was already not loud, and coupled with Lin Wuming's ability to use Nen to block the sound from spreading, it was almost impossible to hear anything beyond a distance of three meters.

Moreover, this pocket-sized gun could be completely hidden in the palm of his hand. Without careful observation, even if someone stood next to Lin Wuming, they probably wouldn't notice the deadly weapon in his hand. They would only think he was enjoying the scenery by the lake.

Therefore, Lin Wuming wasn't worried at all about his practice being seen by others—unless he accidentally messed up and ended up with a face full of blood…

Just like the past few days, Hu Feng Toumi went to the vending machine to buy drinks.

Hu Feng Toumi knew that Lin Wuming would be tinkering with his new toy by the lake for a while, but she had absolutely no interest or fondness for firearms, so she would leave to buy drinks, forming a tacit understanding between them.

This period lasted less than two hundred seconds—the time Hu Feng Toumi was away buying drinks.

Lin Wuming seized this opportunity to begin practicing "suicide."

As he said before, if Hu Feng Toumi saw Lin Wuming pulling the trigger on himself, it would definitely cause a huge commotion, right?

Lin Wuming stared at the dark muzzle in front of him, straightened his back, and extended his arm even further, trying to maximize the distance between the muzzle and his forehead.

Then, with great willpower, he reduced the Nen barrier in front of him—leaving only a passively active Nen barrier.

After Lin Wuming's testing, relying on only one layer of Nen barrier was not enough to stop a bullet. So, if an accident occurred, it was really possible to turn a false attempt into a successful "suicide."

"Huff, I can't delay any longer. That girl is about to return!" After mentally preparing himself, Lin Wuming exhaled heavily and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Lin Wuming saw the process of the bullet flying towards him—success, this was "bullet time"!

Then, Lin Wuming didn't immediately activate his Nen ability to block the bullet, but instead watched as the projectile approached him.

Only when the bullet was about to touch his forehead did he use his Nen ability to reduce its kinetic energy to zero.

At the same time, the crisis was averted, and the flow of time returned to normal.

"Success!" Lin Wuming smiled, his confidence greatly increased, and he pulled the trigger again, firing the second bullet from the gun barrel.

As expected, he entered "bullet time" again.

"This method works!" Lin Wuming's spirits were high, and he felt increasingly satisfied with the Derringer pocket pistol in his hand.

However, there was still one shortcoming.

—That was, the paused time was shorter than expected.

According to Lin Wuming's original plan, in "bullet time," he should have gained twenty seconds to one minute of subjective time to freely manipulate. Because he had to complete his combat objectives during this period, and also have enough time to resolve the deadly crisis that triggered "bullet time."

These were two equally important things, and the time required would probably be considerable.

But after actual testing, Lin Wuming discovered that the actual usable time he gained was subjectively judged to be only about six or seven seconds.

Considering that he pulled the trigger himself, and limited by the length of his arm, the bullet's range was also limited—it wouldn't exceed fifty centimeters.

In this distance of less than half a meter, even if the muzzle velocity of the Derringer pistol was low, the time it took for the bullet to reach Lin Wuming's forehead would still have to be calculated in milliseconds.

To still be able to gain six or seven seconds of subjective time, the effect of "bullet time" was already very powerful!

However, the good news was that this amount of time was more than enough for Lin Wuming to complete his original two major objectives.

Combat and self-preservation could both be accomplished within five seconds!

Lin Wuming realized that the subjective time he used as a benchmark was indeed too "subjective." In "bullet time," freed from the constraints of his body, his Nen moved with his will, and the speed at which his Nen ability activated seemed to have no upper limit, allowing him to accomplish many things in a short instant.

"Wuming, what good thing happened?" Hu Feng Toumi returned with the drinks. "You seem very happy."

"Is that so?" Lin Wuming touched his cheek. "I guess so, I feel like I should become stronger."

"That's a good thing," Hu Feng Toumi said seriously. "Because of this little gun?"

"Yeah," Lin Wuming nodded. "Once I get more familiar with it, I can steadily form combat power."

Hu Feng Toumi didn't ask further, but simply nodded and said, "That's great, we'll be more confident when we encounter strong enemies in the future."

When interacting with Lin Wuming, Hu Feng Toumi seemed to have her own set of philosophies; she wouldn't actively explore the secrets on Lin Wuming's body, nor would she ask too much about his past.

Just as Lin Wuming never asked much about Hu Feng Toumi's childhood experiences.

Hu Feng Toumi was like a silent shadow, quietly following Lin Wuming, rarely expressing her own opinions, and observing silently most of the time.

Just like now, Hu Feng Toumi suddenly leaned down from behind the wheelchair, as if to hug Lin Wuming. She placed the drinks on the wheelchair armrest, and then wrapped her hands around Lin Wuming's right hand—to be precise, the Derringer pistol held in his right hand.

"Wuming, this posture…" The girl's voice sounded in his ear, "You weren't shooting yourself just now, were you?"

—Crap, in a moment of excitement, I forgot to change my grip!

Lin Wuming sighed inwardly, this girl's observation and intuition were inexplicably accurate.

His silence was interpreted as "default" by the girl.

Hu Feng Toumi continued, "Wuming, you said before that you wanted to train your reaction speed, so this is the training method you came up with? No wonder you chose a low-power handgun."

Although there were some deviations, Hu Feng Toumi had almost completely guessed the truth.

"You guessed right, I am indeed in special training," Lin Wuming had no choice but to admit.

"This kind of special training method is too reckless!" Hu Feng Toumi couldn't help but scold. "Do you know how dangerous this is!"

"Of course I know that," Lin Wuming said, "but…"

But compared to the bullets of the Derringer pistol, the rubber bullets that Hu Feng Toumi throws might actually be more powerful—there was no need to say this fact.

Hu Feng Toumi also knew the defensive power of Lin Wuming's Nen barrier, so she quickly understood and stopped saying anything more.

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