Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 44

Sun Hang did not think that he was speaking for the investigators and sheriffs, he was merely stating the facts.

The organ used for thinking should be on the neck, not on the chair.

……

After such an incident, Sun Hang was too lazy to go back "home" and simply walked straight into the gate of the Weird Research Institute - he planned to see how the people in the institute would deal with the alien long knife, and at the same time he could also go to visit Wang Xiyi who was carried away in an "iron coffin" last night.

After all, this woman can be said to be Sun Hang's only "kind" in this city.

He glanced at the guide sign in the lobby of the institute. According to the instructions on the sign, the exclusive office of the Monster Hunter was located on the third floor of the institute. Sun Hang was about to take the elevator upstairs, but as soon as the elevator door opened, a familiar face happened to come into his sight.

"As soon as I heard that you were back at the institute, I rushed over!" the one-eyed female researcher said quickly, "To be honest, even if you hadn't come back, I would have wanted to contact you!"

She had already taken off her tactical-style field uniform and put on a white coat that almost everyone in the institute had. However, her long silver hair was still stained with a lot of lime dust - it was obvious that this girl had just returned from the scene and rushed into the laboratory, as anxious as a virgin groom on his wedding night.

A standard-style identification tag was hung on her chest with her ID photo on it, and next to the ID photo were her position and name.

"Level 2 researcher, Adele Song Yarong."

"Huh? Should I call you Adele or Song Yarong?" Sun Hang asked.

"It's all right. My mom is of British descent, and my dad is of Yanhuang descent. They argued for a long time about naming me, and in the end, they had no choice but to give in." She shrugged and said helplessly, "But everyone in the institute is more accustomed to calling me by my Chinese name."

"Okay... so what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Come with me!" Song Yarong pulled Sun Hang into the elevator and pressed the button to the third underground floor.

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The third underground floor is a temporary shelter.

Through the thick safety glass, Sun Hang could see that the alien long sword was "lying flat" on a long table in a completely suspended state. Apart from the long sword and the table of unknown material, there was nothing else in the containment room.

"Floating?" Sun Hang was slightly stunned. He recalled that when he was holding the alien long sword and killing Tai Sui, he did not feel the weight of this thing... Could it be that "its" "ability" is related to gravity?
Song Yarong took out a round artificial eyeball from the pocket of her white coat, wiped it with the corner of her clothes, and then stuffed it into the empty eye socket with a "pop".

The prosthetic eye spun around twice in its eye socket, and then focused on the alien sword through the glass - the next second, a faint blue light shot out from the pupil of the prosthetic eye, passed through the glass, and landed on the surface of the alien sword.

An outline drawn with dotted lines appeared on the glass. From Sun Hang's perspective, the outline just wrapped the alien long sword.

"The outline you see is the range of the gravity anomaly around 'Ji Er Qi Jiu Liu'," Song Yarong said, "The reason why you can lift it and fight 'Taisui' is largely because of this anomaly, which offsets its own weight."

"Are you trying to tell me that this thing was already a strange thing before it came into contact with 'Tai Sui'?" Sun Hang frowned slightly. It seemed that his previous deliberate guidance was completely in vain.

Fortunately, the ability of "Taotie" is too omnipotent, and the "ability" of this alien long sword is not so outrageous, so it is still possible to come up with a "reasonable explanation"...

"Yes, according to my personal judgment, the source of the weird infection of 'Ji Er Qi Jiu Liu' is most likely you." Song Yarong said, "Not only did you create its entity, but you also gave it the meme of the weird virus... So, you are the creator of the weird creature 'Ji Er Qi Jiu Liu' in the full sense."

Her words were filled with uncontrollable excitement and excitement, and her intact eye was fixed on Sun Hang, as if she had discovered some priceless treasure.

"Since this thing can affect gravity, can I fly with it?" Sun Hang asked.

"In theory, yes, but only in theory," said Song Yarong.

"What does...theoretically mean?"

"The gravity anomaly field of Ji 2796 can only extend to a distance of about two centimeters outside the main body. If you want to use it to completely offset the gravity of the human body..." Song Yarong paused for half a second and continued, "Then you can only mash the human body into meat paste and evenly wrap it on the surface of Ji 2796..."

"Do all you researchers have such strong tastes?" Sun Hang imagined the abstract picture and subconsciously thought of the minced meat skewers sold at street barbecue stalls.

The method of making that thing is to chop the beef and pork into pieces, mix them evenly with various spices and seasonings, then wrap them on a steel grill and roast them - to be honest, if this alien long knife could be scaled down in proportion, its shape would really resemble the steel grill used for roasting meat.

"Unless you have a way to change the scope of its gravity anomaly field..." Song Yarong suddenly turned her head and stared at Sun Hang with shining eyes, "You can do it...right?"

"Uh... Actually, I don't know how I...'created' it." Sun Hang scratched the back of his head.

He was telling the truth.

He realized that he had many secrets hidden in his body, but he could not remember any of them. Whenever he tried to recall them, his brain would immediately respond to his attempt with unbearable pain.

"Actually, I have a suggestion." A white male researcher suddenly pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Sun Hang, "Since you can aggregate the steel bars in the ruins into this weapon, then you should be able to change its shape... You just need to turn it into a full-body armor, and perhaps you can offset the gravity of your entire body."

"Ment, couldn't you just knock on the door when you came in?" Song Yarong glanced at the male researcher unkindly and complained.

"The temporary containment room is a public area within the institute, not your private residence." The researcher named Mente shrugged with a smile, "Adele, you shouldn't monopolize this research topic for your own selfish desires."

"But I won't let a fool like you get involved - let's not talk about whether the original characteristics of J2796 will be retained after its appearance is reshaped... Even if the gravity anomaly field still exists, the range that can be affected is only two centimeters below the body surface at most. According to what you said, if you really want to use this method to offset the human body's gravity, you should melt J2796 into liquid and inject it into the human body's blood vessels... I really don't know how you passed the researcher's entry assessment in the first place. You didn't take the back door, did you?"

"Adele... we are all colleagues, we will see each other sooner or later, so it's best not to say such harsh words." Mente's eyes flashed with a trace of shame and annoyance, and he said in a deep voice, "The institute is short of staff right now, and we should use our limited scientific research resources in the most appropriate place. The research topic of No. 2796 should be taken over by me, an expert in the field of materials science... Your main research area is biology, and you should go to the South City Cemetery to dissect the beasts that have been mutated by the blood moon."

"Ahem, both of you, stop arguing." Sun Hang suddenly coughed twice on purpose, interrupting the two people who were arguing. Then he looked at Mente and asked in a very sincere tone, "This... uh, Researcher Mente, if I let you take over this research project, you wouldn't really melt this thing into molten iron and inject it into my blood vessels, right?"

"...Of course not!" Mente's expression froze, and he glared at Song Yarong fiercely, "I just think that I can provide you with more valuable suggestions..."

(End of this chapter)