Zhang Lang continued to spend the following days between eating, sleeping, feeding Xiaoya and making clothes.
Six blood enhancements were suddenly added, and all attributes were greatly increased. Zhang Lang really needs to get used to it.
At the same time, Zhang Lang also wanted better tools in order to make his ideal windbreaker!
Ordinary scissors and needlework are difficult to process the hard skin of wolf monsters. The tools used to process wolf claws and fangs are too rough, and the coat made is too ugly. In order to obtain better tools and adapt to the strength of his hands, Zhang Lang started
It is no longer limited to the vicinity of Anning Town, and has begun to spread its activities to the surrounding areas.
Relying on his stronger mobility, Zhang Lang can often travel hundreds of kilometers a day, and nearby villages and towns have become his hunting ground.
But the wild beasts in this area were slaughtered in vain, and they don’t know why...
For Xiaoya, the confused beast only knew that the guy who came to feed every day looked much more dangerous than the previous few days, but the meat he brought every day was more, fresher, and more diverse than before!
For the sake of delicious food, Xiaoya said she would tolerate it!
Almost a month passed like this, and Zhang Lang had almost adapted to his attributes. He also collected a lot of other supplies, but he couldn't find any convenient tools.
Not to mention ordinary iron tools, the sharp teeth, horns and claws of other monsters were not suitable, so the progress of making the windbreaker was delayed.
Finally on this day, Kyon brought news of a new mission!
"This time it's a steampunk world with supernatural powers... Oh, I almost forgot. To you, it's the modern Western world with magic. It seems a bit boring. How about it? Are you interested?"
"It's similar to my world, so I will have a home field advantage compared to the reincarnators!"
Zhang Lang put down the corpse of the giant beast he was handling, turned around and asked, "Are there many reincarnations?"
"Quite a few, there are four altars participating!"
"What about the weapon restriction level?"
"Level 2!"
"Okay, let me get ready!" Zhang Lang wiped the blood on his hands on his clothes and got up to go home.
"What else are you preparing?" Xu questioned: "With your current abilities, knives and flintlock guns are useless, right?"
"I found a lot of fire crystals a few days ago!" Zhang Lang said with a smile: "I made some treasures!"
With that said, Zhang Lang returned home and took out a small leather bag with rough workmanship... This was also made of wolf skin. Although it was a bit rough, it was stronger than before. It was convenient to carry things around your waist!
Inside the leather bag, there are a bunch of fist-sized, round, rumbling earth bombs with fuses pulled on them!
The so-called fire crystal is a magical mineral unique to Zhang Lang's hometown. In this world, yellow explosives do not seem to have been invented, and weapons are still at the stage of using black gunpowder. But in the ratio of black gunpowder, fire crystals are added
The powder of the stone can trigger a violent explosive reaction, which is more powerful than yellow explosives of the same volume!
With this thing, although the firearms in this world are a bit primitive, their power is unambiguous!
When everything was ready, Zhang Lang informed Xu that it was time to leave. Black flames ignited, and he took his leather bag and completely disappeared from this world...
When Zhang Lang came back to his senses, he found himself sitting in a quaint dressing room.
There were rows of iron cabinets all around, and a lantern-like gas lamp hung on the ceiling. The glass lampshade was full of traces of blackening. Looking down at myself, I saw that the clothes and equipment on my body were gone, leaving only a pair of leather shorts...
…
Zhang Lang looked around and found that the clothes he was wearing were placed on a bench nearby, as well as the leather bag next to it, and the explosives inside were also there. He was relieved.
"Where is this place?" Zhang Lang asked in his mind.
"You know it from looking at it, it's the locker room!" Xu replied: "The locker room of the first police station in Dense Fog City. Your identity this time is a policeman!"
"Police?!" Zhang Lang frowned.
At this time, the door suddenly opened, and a mustachioed man wearing a dark thick woolen coat, a police helmet decorated with ornate badges, a sword and epaulettes walked in.
"Zhang? Aren't you ready?"
Seeing Zhang Lang still naked, the mustache was a little anxious:
"Hurry up, captain, they have already set off. They will probably arrive at the murder scene by now. You don't want this month's bonus?!"
Zhang Lang was stunned for a moment, then Xu reminded: "His name is Nathan, he is your colleague, your captain is called Aldrich..."
"I'm fine, don't worry Nathan, we won't hold back Captain Aldrich!" Zhang Lang dealt with it casually relying on the information Xu just said.
Nathan shook his head helplessly and took out a paper cigarette without a filter: "Hurry up, I'm going to smoke a cigarette first. I hope you can come out dressed neatly before I put it out!"
"Follow him!" Xu reminded: "The murders are probably related to the reincarnators! The reason why I helped you get the identity of the police is to make it easier for you to find the reincarnators!"
Zhang Lang nodded, found his locker according to the name brand, and began to put on his own police uniform. The thick woolen coat and sturdy police helmet were the same as Nathan's, and they all fit as well as tailor-made.
The uniformly distributed weapons are a double-edged saber and a revolver...
The woolen coat was thick and big enough. Zhang Lang hid the leather bag containing explosives inside the coat, stuffed all his clothes into the cabinet, closed the door and left.
He moved quickly, and Nathan's cigarette was only half smoked. When he came out, he stubbed it out on the lid of the trash can and threw it into the bucket.
"Let's go, the scene is just three streets away!"
The police stations in this world are already equipped with cars, but obviously there are not enough to equip these two little policemen with one. Although three blocks are not far away, it is the depth of winter and the snow is falling, so they still
Choose to take public rail cars.
Anyway, with this police uniform, you can enjoy the privilege of free admission.
After getting on the tram, Zhang Lang's eyes were attracted by the huge steam engine.
Like Zhang Lang's hometown, most of the machinery in this world is still driven by steam power. After experiencing many worlds, Zhang Lang has also seen more advanced internal combustion engines, but judging from the effects of use, he feels that they are no better than
The steam engines in my hometown are much more powerful.
He summed up the reason, it was because of the difference in fuel!
Theoretically, a steam engine needs to have its own boiler. After boiling water, the steam is used to drive the piston. Internal combustion engines inject liquid or gaseous fuel into the cylinder and directly explode to push the piston. In comparison, a furnace is omitted.
volume, the energy conversion efficiency is higher.
But these worlds that have developed internal combustion engines all have one thing in common: they can produce suitable liquid or gaseous fuels, such as gasoline or natural gas.
In Zhang Lang's world, there is no technology tree that can turn on the internal combustion engine. This is still thanks to the magical "fire crystal"!
This magical stone, in addition to being used as explosives, is useful in many fields that need to provide heat, including steam engines!
Using a special firing device, this thing can directly release huge heat energy in the water. Install the fire crystal in the steam pot, pour the water, and then fire it through the mechanism. It will have the same effect of heating up quickly, and the water will be released quickly.
It boils and produces powerful steam to drive the machine. In this way, the original boiler system eliminates the need for a stove and only needs a steam pot!
Fire spar, a material, cannot directly act on internal combustion engines like gasoline and natural gas. Therefore, in a world with such convenient raw materials, steam engines have made great progress, but it has delayed the emergence of internal combustion engines...
What is the composition of this fire crystal, how can it strengthen the power of black gunpowder, and how can it release huge energy? Zhang Lang doesn't know. He has never seen anything similar in other worlds. Xu even suspects that this is someone
The crystallization of the fire element.
But no matter what, this stuff can be seen everywhere in Zhang Lang’s hometown, and it is an important part of modern science and industry!
Maybe, this is the kind of science that Xu said was not recognized by Zhang Lang's ability to "return to nature"!
As for the steam engine in this mission world in front of him, Zhang Lang didn't know how it worked, but it must be supported by some unique natural resources for it to be so perfect.
"I said, are you listening to me?"
Officer Nathan's shout from the side finally drew Zhang Lang's attention back from the steam engine.
"What?" Zhang Lang looked at Nathan blankly, and the other man sighed: "I said it's Captain Aldrich's birthday next month. What gifts are you going to give?"
"Birthday gift?" This is not a question that Zhang Lang should consider at all. According to past experience, he can only stay in a world for a few days at most. He doesn't care about the interpersonal relationships with the indigenous people at all. But look at Nathan's
With a serious look on his face, he still thought about it.
"Pocket watch..."
"But the captain already has one..." Nathan was not very satisfied with the answer: "And that thing is expensive. Your life is quite tight during this time, right?"
"Then hat..."
"But what number does Captain Aldrich wear?" Nathan was confused again: "What if he doesn't like the style?"
"Or a pen..."
"Are you serious?" Nathan frowned: "The last thing Captain Aldrich wants to be mentioned is his ugly word. Giving him a pen won't make him think you are scolding him, right?"
"Then..." Zhang Lang became a little impatient: "Then I won't give it away... I love you!"
"No?" Nathan opened his mouth in surprise: "The captain is such a narrow-minded guy, if you don't give him a gift, you will wear small shoes!!"
"Then what do you want to give me?" Zhang Lang stared at him, feeling like he wanted to squeeze this guy to death.
"I just don't know, that's why I'm asking you!" Unexpectedly, Nathan's eyes widened and he said confidently: "I thought you Easterners would have some exotic customs, but it turns out it's so cliché!"
"Well..." Zhang Lang's forehead throbbed with veins, and he had the urge to punch him, but he finally controlled his temper and just stopped talking to Nathan...
Nathan seemed to also notice that Zhang Lang was unhappy, so he didn't say anything more until the bus arrived at the stop and the two of them got out of the car.
Nathan tugged on his collar to protect himself from the deep winter wind and snow, but Zhang Lang didn't care and still held his head high.
The two trotted on the soft snow and quickly arrived at the scene of the crime. By this time, the police who had arrived earlier had cordoned off the scene and were collecting evidence.
Aldrich was a middle-aged police officer with a big belly. When he saw Zhang Lang and Nathan running in, he immediately frowned: "Why are you two late again? Each of you will be deducted ten shillings in bonus this month!"
"Ahhhh..." Mustache Nathan immediately frowned, but Zhang Lang didn't take it to heart and walked directly to the crime scene and started to look at the body.
The deceased was a man about forty years old. He was very tall. Judging from his thick neck, he should have quite strong muscles under the heavy clothes...
"What was the cause of death?" Zhang Lang asked. There were no obvious wounds on the outside.
Aldrich pointed at the deceased's head: "Open it and take a look!"
Zhang Lang did as he was told and found that there was an ice pick stuck in the back of the deceased's head. Only a short section was exposed and it was covered by hair. It could not even be noticed if you were not careful.
"I've been dead for about an hour, and this is the first time I've seen someone stabbed to death with an ice pick like this!"
Aldrich curled his lips and said, "It's so cold today. If it's warmer, I'm afraid we won't be able to find the murder weapon when we arrive!"
Zhang Lang frowned, raised his hand and pulled out the ice pick.
"Eh?" Aldrich stopped him: "Who told you to pull it out! It's not time to inspect the murder weapon yet, so don't destroy the scene!"
Zhang Lang didn't care about him, he picked up the ice pick and put it in front of his eyes to examine it: "It's very strange..."
"What's wrong?" Others came over.
"Why doesn't the ice pick show any signs of melting when it is inserted into the human body?" Zhang Lang frowned and said, "Either it was inserted when it was cold after death...or, this is an ice pick that will not melt!"
"How is that possible!" Nathan on the side curled his lips and said, "He's dripping on your hands!"
Zhang Lang was stunned for a moment, and then thought that his newly acquired ability to return to nature could eliminate the influence of supernatural forces. He grabbed it directly with his hands. Even if it was really special, it had now become an ordinary ice pick that could be melted by body temperature...
"Although it may not melt, this is indeed no ordinary ice pick!"
Captain Aldrich seemed to be inspired, twirling his beard and analyzing:
"The human skull is very hard, and it's not easy to pierce it with an ice pick... And if you look carefully, besides our footprints around the body, there are only the deceased's own footprints!"
Zhang Lang looked carefully and found that the footprints were all left by police boots. The only difference was that they matched the soles of the deceased's shoes.
"It has been snowing heavily for more than two hours. If there are no other traces nearby, it means that he could not have been stabbed to death at close range, or that he could have been stabbed to death elsewhere and dragged his body here. That means that he is likely to be stabbed to death.
, he was not stabbed to death... but shot to death!"
Regardless of whether the rumors about Aldrich's narrow-mindedness are true or not, this experienced police officer is really good at investigating the scene.
"Could it be..." Nathan was surprised.
Aldrich nodded: "So this case may be taken over by those guys soon!"