The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 191 A Tacit Partner

"Okay! This distance is enough!" He Nan watched Xue Li retreat to the edge of the roof, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Are you ready?!"

"... What do you say?"

"That's good!" He Nan concentrated his mind, feeling the magic power flowing in his body, and excitedly converted it into the fuel of the spell. With a wave of his hand, he cast the ally call, and within the thinking time of the magic spell taking effect, he summoned Select the point to be in front of yourself, and select the orientation to face yourself.

A circular blue magic circle instantly appeared above Xue Li's head and under her feet, and her body was shrouded in the light connecting them, and disappeared in place.

And at that moment, she appeared in front of He Nan, facing He Nan.Also at the same time as the appearance, the two magic circles and beams of light connecting the head and feet appeared—just like when they were teleported, they would disappear in an instant, and everything was so fast that it was completely difficult to see.

The entire transmission process was completed in less than 0.1 second. Xueli didn't experience how her body disappeared and reappeared at all. With her eyes pierced, she went from a long distance to a position half a step in front of He Nan. Puzzled.

At this moment, Doctor Strange, who was meditating in the Holy of Holies, sensed the activation of space magic. He frowned and observed that it was He Nan who did it.

"Magic... and it's still a space spell." The supreme mage whispered: "... how can a person with superpowers come into contact with the mysteries of magic? Moreover, this is different from any kind of spell I know... Which god does its power come from? ?”

"What's the matter, Strange?" Wang pushed open the door and walked in.

"It's nothing, Wang. Can you get me a trout sandwich?"

"We don't have any money." Wang opened his pockets, turned them all over, and dropped out ten cents: "Oh—well, there are some. But this money is not even enough for scraps."

"Forget it." Strange stood up, and the magic cloak automatically flew over his back: "I'm going out for a while."

on the roof.

"...What is this?" Shirley looked around in confusion, and then looked at the position she was standing just now: "...Teleportation? You teleported me here?"

"That's right!" He Nan patted her on the shoulder excitedly: "How about it, are you excited?! Within 100 meters, I can summon you in an instant—that is, teleport you to the side! If you don't believe me, you can go upstairs Jump down and try!"

"...Excuse me, but this is really powerful." Shirley showed a disgusted expression of "Do you want to kill me early", and then showed the same excited smile as He Nan: "100 meters It’s quite a distance.”

"you do not say!"

"Then can you teleport yourself to me?"

"Uh...no."

"Then can you teleport arbitrarily within 100 meters?"

"This... can't either. It's normal to have restrictions on spells!"

"..."

Seeing that Xue Li's smile gradually disappeared and her expectant expression became more and more boring, He Nan quickly explained to Xue Li the effect of this spell and the possible heights it could achieve.

"...It's quite interesting to say that." After listening to her thoughts, Shirley nodded thoughtfully: "But it's hard to get used to it."

"So we need to practice more and get used to it!" He Nan said impatiently: "How about it? Let's start now!"

"It's okay, I just feel that the bath is for nothing." Shirley sighed: "Let's start."

The cooperation that He Nan wanted to achieve was like this.

Since Shirley can be summoned by him within [-] meters to any area within a certain range, even in the air—then he can suddenly summon Shirley to attack around enemies not far away, making them hard to defend against.

For example, suddenly summon Shirley to the back, stab you, spray you or something, even if you turn around to defend, He Nan will attack from the front.

Or, if the enemy is far away and you want to attack from a distance, you can directly teleport Shirley, who has no instant vertical displacement ability, to a high place to gain a high ground advantage.

...It can also make Shirley, who was standing in one position and shooting, suddenly teleport to the flank, and the opponent can't react immediately and hangs up directly.

During the practice, He Nan also found that waving his arms or making gestures could help him concentrate to release the spell, otherwise the spell transformed by spiritual power would seem to be blocked and could not be spewed out successfully.

Therefore, Shirley can also judge whether she is about to be teleported by observing his movements.But generally speaking, it doesn't make much sense—because He Nan cannot always be within Shirley's field of vision, and the moment he waves his hand, Shirley will definitely be teleported there.

"...This coordination is simpler than I imagined." After getting used to it a few times, Shirley was able to identify the direction and prepare to attack simultaneously after being teleported.

"I can only say that Shirley, you are really talented." He Nan said with emotion.

"...It should be said that we have a tacit understanding." Shirley chuckled and said, "After trying it a few times, I always feel that when you teleport me, I will immediately know where I will be teleported."

"Huh? Is that so?" He Nan was a little surprised, and felt a burst of excitement: "This, this is—"

"—It's the tacit understanding of childhood sweethearts." Shirley chatted to the sky and made a knife-drawing action after the teleportation-if there was an enemy in front of her at this time, she could complete a cutting action at the moment the teleportation was completed.

"...Uh, um." He Nan waved his hand, completed another teleportation, and sighed: "I originally wanted to say that it was the tacit understanding of comrades who were born and died together."

"Hehehe...that's right." After Shirley No. 15 was teleported, she put down the shotgun and looked at He Nan clutching his forehead, a little strangely: "What's wrong?"

"……Headache."

"Yes, I told you not to dry your head."

"I can't wipe it off—er, no—let me tell you, it's not a question of whether I can wipe it off." He Nan rubbed his forehead, feeling weak, as if the brain inside had been sucked dry: "Hey ...I just feel mentally exhausted all of a sudden...I feel a little weak...and my eyes are a little blurry."

"... Tired of casting spells?"

"It feels like... If I was in the most energetic state at the beginning, then today I have found out the limit of my continuous summoning within 100 meters." He Nan tried to concentrate on summoning Miyano Shiho, and found that it was still possible to forcibly overdraw his energy He did it, but he didn't dare to do it, so as not to damage his health or even endanger his life: "Fifteen times... Spells are very mysterious, and most of them don't have a fixed number of times. If I get sick, I might summon you a few times. I have no strength."

"...So it seems that you should use it with caution. Casting spells will make you tired." Shirley carried the shotgun on her back, and walked over gently to help him up: "It's better to go home and rest. The roof is very windy, and it's easy to catch cold."

(End of this chapter)