Chapter 17

Lin Jie thought for a while, and there was a spare deck chair in the basement.

Although it is not suitable for sleeping because it is too narrow, it is not a problem to lie down for a short time.

Lin Jie immediately went to the basement to bring up the recliner, because he has always maintained the habit of cleaning the basement every once in a while, so it is not dirty and can be used immediately.

"Although I expected it to be heavy, I didn't expect this guy to be so heavy..."

When Lin Jie held Joseph's arm and tried to lift him up from the ground but failed three times, he deeply realized his mistake.

"It's like a two-meter brown bear with steel-like muscles all over its body... It's really outrageous!"

It was different from the counter as before, when Lin Jie was sitting and Joseph was standing, the difference in height and body shape was not so obvious.

But now, Lin Jie really felt the feeling of facing a super-large beast.

He is at least two meters tall, with sharp-edged muscles stacked like blocks, and a fist as big as a real sandbag, making people wonder if he can really blow the head of a dog with a single punch.

At an age when the hair is already gray, he has a terrifying physique.

Normally speaking, a skinny person like Lao Wang is a real old man... right?

Lin Jie looked at Joseph, who was lying dead on the ground, with a headache.

This is how to do?

It's definitely not good to just leave it like this. If other guests come, you can try to help together.

But in this horrible weather, where are the other guests coming from?

"Oh, forget it. Although I'm sorry, it's not my will to do such a thing. I hope you can forgive me."

Lin Jie sincerely apologized for the rude behavior he was about to do.

Then he stretched out his hand...and grabbed Joseph's suit collar, dragged the bear-like heavy body, slowly moved to the recliner, and put him on it with all his might.

"Bang!"

Joseph's right arm fell on the metal armrest of the deck chair, making a dull sound of heavy metal colliding.

Lin Jie was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and saw Joseph's exposed right wrist.

The silver-white metal light is particularly conspicuous under the warm light, and the scale-like fine texture has a unique aesthetic feeling, which shows the top level of craftsmanship of this mechanical arm.

Lin Jie's eyes suddenly changed. This uncle, like Old Wang, is disabled? !

Moreover, this kind of precision mechanical prosthesis should not be used by ordinary people.

Lin Jie also has a little understanding of this kind of mechanical prosthesis.

Out of his curiosity about the technology of this world and the instinct of his folklore major, he has conducted extensive and superficial investigations on these new technologies.

In order to gain a deep understanding of the thoughts and habits of the people of the world, and facilitate better integration.

Although Azir is generally in the state of Earth in the 1980s and 1990s, his technical level in machinery and biology far exceeds that of Earth, and he has developed some weird technology trees.

Mechanical prosthetics are one of them.

However, the ordinary style of this kind of thing is also a high-end product, which is not accessible to ordinary people and cannot be used.

Not to mention this kind of situation in Joseph.

Money can't buy it.

"This level of precision and weight has definitely exceeded the level required for daily life."

Lin Jie thought to himself: "Coupled with this uncle's astonishing physical strength and extraordinary aura, could it be..."

He felt that he had touched the true identity of this uncle.

"He's actually a retired senior military officer?"

Lin Jie nodded thoughtfully.

That's right, he has also come into contact with some soldiers before, and he feels very similar to this uncle.

All have a natural hardness and integrity.

Thinking about it this way, the fierceness and hidden exhaustion he showed before may actually be due to ptsd (post-traumatic stress disorder) after he got off the battlefield.

And this lost right arm is his glory on the battlefield!

"No wonder his expression was a bit strange when I mentioned joints just now."

At this moment, Lin Jie had suddenly realized.

Mechanical prosthetics are all-metal in structure, but they can move freely by connecting their own nerves to the bionic nerves and muscles of the prosthesis. The core driving force is electricity.

Lin Jie didn't know the specific working principle of this thing, but he always felt that this series of explanations had a kind of goblin technology flavor of "I thought this should work".

However, Lin Jie was deeply impressed by one thing - the metal connectors of the joints are prone to slight short circuits due to moisture, so the impact of rainy days on prosthetics is almost equal to rheumatism.

"I don't think it's reliable. Hey, he's comatose because of something wrong with his prosthesis, right? If there's a constant electric leakage or something... it should also affect the nerves."

Lin Jie sighed and tucked Joseph's arm back.

He took two steps back, looking at the unconscious Joseph who was "imprisoned" by the narrow reclining chair, matched with the dark lights of the bookstore and the sound of wind and rain outside.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm doing something strange..."

For a moment, Lin Jie vaguely felt like a butcher on a rainy night.

It's the kind that kills people on a drowsy rainy night, then drags the heavy corpse, and does some ulterior things in the dark shop to hide the truth, staring at the corpse in a daze, a long bloodstain on the ground is particularly creepy.

This feeling.

"what."

Lin Jie shook his head and laughed, his imagination is really rich, how could anyone think so...

He has such a gentle and amiable temperament, kind and enthusiastic character.

Even in such a seemingly misleading scene, it is absolutely correct, and the body is not afraid of the oblique shadow!

Lin Jie straightened up, and suddenly found that the book "The Little Prince" was still tightly held by Joseph, and he did not let go even when he passed out.

He smiled slightly: "An iron-blooded person will also have a dream like a fairy tale, so sleep peacefully."

"Click!"

Lin Jie suddenly heard the faint sound of something being poured out from outside the bookstore.

Startled, he turned around to look.

A figure seemed to pass by quickly outside the gray window, and he let out a low cry as if he was frightened, as if he was covering his mouth tightly.

"anyone there?"

Lin Jie frowned and asked.

He walked to the door and opened it, but there was no one outside, only a black cat running in the rain in the distance, and soon disappeared.

"What, it turned out to be a cat."

Lin Jie waved his hand at the kitten, and said with a smile, "It's dangerous outside, be careful, go home quickly."