[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

You can only use the extremely small part that the human body can bear under normal circumstances-these powers may be similar to holding a rocket launcher.

Don't expect a person's physical fitness to be so high. The pure energy that can be tolerated without harming oneself is negligible. Put it in the background of the universe.

And the clown must have been well-prepared to do this, so he definitely thought of this.

He said he wanted to bring chaos, but what chaos could he bring by catching himself?Even if there is, it is limited to a small number of people, far less panic than blowing up a building.

Now I'm back to the original question, I'm just an ordinary person now, so what's the point of arresting myself?Make trouble for the Avengers and Batman?

Ha, that's the answer again, it's more real than the trouble caused by blowing up a building.

This is also a question that Mo Sheng has been struggling with since she realized that she had stepped into the trap of the clown.

And when she bypassed all the confusing clues and sorted out all her thoughts, she realized one thing, and this thing was exactly what she had thought of before——

It doesn't make sense.

What does it have to do with you to destroy you? *

Mo Sheng's main consciousness suddenly returned to her body, she was a little dazed, not quite clear what happened before.

...Ah, now I know.

She looked at her body and thought.

A few more cuts were cut on his arm, and the blood was still gushing out from the knife before, and there was no sign of slowing down.

The contrast of bright red and pure white made Mo Sheng sober, and the tingling made her notice the various utensils around her——

She didn't know them and could barely name a few of them.

Some of them are pure medical equipment, some are weapons in battle, and some...

Well, that pile was a mess, and it didn't look like the clown had sorted it carefully, and it looked more like junk than utensils.

Mo Sheng didn't see the clown in sight, but he could hear his voice - footsteps, whispers, vaguely there, seemed to be a little far away from her.

The clown quickly came within sight again.

He was holding a syringe, and there was a green, ominous liquid in the syringe, and to say that it was ominous would be an understatement, just looking at this green liquid made one feel horrified, as if it contained something It's like a huge energy that shatters the sky and destroys the earth.

This is the innate human perception of evil, subconsciously wanting to avoid danger.

The more the clown approached Mo Sheng with the syringe, the more frightened she became. She didn't even know for a moment whether such a small syringe was worth his fear?What could the contents do to her?Can he kill her or control her?

She is not afraid of death and is controlled...

There is no value in controlling her, and if controlling her is to use the infinite gems, this is also untenable. The moment she touches the infinite gems, she will wake up and get rid of control.

So, what is this syringe used for?To be more specific, what is this green liquid used for?

With the passage of time, more and more mysteries, Mo Sheng thought that she could figure out something from the actions or words of the clown, but she found that she was completely wrong, it was impossible for her to figure it out, she would only let There are more and more hemp threads around him.

And even if the clown said she might not be able to understand, expecting to understand the brain circuit of a lunatic?

Unless you're also a lunatic.

"Wow, look at this syringe, do you think it looks familiar?" The clown stood one meter away from Mo Sheng with the syringe, and said with a smile, "Look carefully at the logo on it." , you will be pleasantly surprised again.”

After saying that, he suddenly pointed the syringe in front of Mo Sheng's eyes, and Mo Sheng almost thought that he wanted to stick the syringe directly into his forehead.

However, she could see the details of the syringe clearly after such a confrontation.

In her heart she was still laughing at what the clown said she was familiar with, but until she saw something familiar from this syringe...

Yes, she should be familiar with the syringe, she must be familiar with the syringe.

【SAS---S】

The red letters were stamped on the side of the barrel, and she had seen the string of characters and was impressed by it—in the mother's papers.

……

Realizing this, Mo Sheng opened her eyes involuntarily. The first thing she thought of was not her own danger, but whether her parents were held hostage by the clown.

How could their stuff be on here?how come?

"Hahaha, did you recognize it?" The clown laughed maniacally a few times, his expression more joyful than ever before, "How is it? Being controlled by something developed by your parents? Are you very happy?"

"...They are not the only ones developing it." Mo Sheng was silent for a while, and said the first sentence during this time.

She is more worried about her relatives and friends than herself. After all, she still has some reliance, doesn't she?

After all, she is not a purely ordinary person, is she?

"Ha, but they are the main force, don't you know? Your mother is a great contributor to the progress. Without her, the progress would have been delayed for a long time~~" The clown's tone turned several times at the end , he even jumped up while talking.

"This kind of drama is my favorite! Tsk tsk tsk, the ruthlessness of fate... Hahaha, this bitch of fate never cares how pious you are to it, even the more pious you are, the more it likes to tease you."

Obviously, the clown had other things in mind.

"Of course." He stopped, and said in an exaggerated and regretful tone, "Fate is so powerful that no one can do anything to it... Oh, oh, don't look at me with that look, why can't I admit a Is the thing powerful? Huh? I'm not a fool."

Mo Sheng restrained his expression and returned to his unwavering appearance, just looking at the clown coldly.

The clown was still talking on his own, and Mo Sheng suddenly thought that the object of his speech was not to himself, but to a creature invisible to humans.

"Order, I prefer to destroy order. Whoever makes it a devout follower of fate, even if fate will play tricks on it sometimes, overall order has a higher status than any believer... Fate is partial in the end." The clown regretted Shaking his head emphatically, "And I want to guarantee the fairness of fate, fate must be selfless."

You have a face.

Mo Sheng snorted coldly in his heart, and looked at the clown again with a sarcastic look on his face.

It also guarantees the fairness of fate, ha, if fate really has an entity, the first person who wants to kill you is you.

How many originally brilliant fate lines became lifeless?

How bright and warm the fate line has become dim?

"Hey, I almost forgot the business after talking so much." The clown snapped his fingers, and all the lights in the warehouse turned on.

Mo Sheng blinked quickly, adapting to the brighter environment.

I heard that when interrogating prisoners, the space will be absolutely bright, which will cause psychological pressure on the prisoners.

No matter what others think, anyway, Mo Sheng thinks this point is very correct, can the light be on for 10 minutes?Well, she doesn't have the concept of time now either, anyway she felt uncomfortable after driving for a short time and started to move her body.

The clown started talking again: "Cute little girl, you might think I'm going to use a syringe, ha, of course I will, but not now."

"This hard-won thing can't be wasted. Let it play its role to the maximum...Sometimes I am amazed at the creativity of human beings." He suddenly changed the subject.

"With a little inspiration and a little experiment, things that will destroy the world will be created one by one...Nuclear bombs are the best example. Humans have finally mastered the weapon that can kill them all."

"People love it and fear it, expect it to do more, but actually? It doesn't do that much, at least not as much as people think, it boils down to one."

"—destroy yourself and bring chaos."

I'm afraid you haven't studied history well.

Mo Sheng raised his head and continued to mock the clown with his eyes.

The peace after the creation of the nuclear bomb is visible to the naked eye, and this is the longest period of peace in the basic sense of the world.

Weapons are scary, but what matters is the person who uses them. An evil person can cause harm with anything, and a kind person will use it to protect the world even if he has a weapon that can destroy the world.

Weapons in themselves are not a sin, and never have been.

"Look, this wound is healed." The clown suddenly saw something and turned back to the original topic, pointing at Mo Sheng's arm and said, "You gave me a big surprise."

"I realized after I had the opportunity to see something firsthand that the ending could be more interesting."

"Carnival, the game should be a carnival for the whole world."

Mo Sheng looked down at her arm, and she also saw a brand new scar, light pink, incompatible with the surrounding skin, judging from the length, it should be the first wound healed.

So the built-in function also speeds up the healing?

Watching this scene, Mo Sheng's main consciousness suddenly went to the part where he was thinking wildly.

It's good to speed up the healing, at least you don't have to worry about dying from excessive blood loss.

It seems that something is wrong, speeding up the healing... Where does this energy come from?The most basic thing of energy conservation should be obeyed, right?

Apparently, the clown also knew this truth. He observed the healed wound with great interest, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

Mo Sheng shook his head, not thinking about things that seem unimportant now, but continued to carefully observe the clown's expression.

Don't care about any reasons, as long as it is good for you at the moment, nothing can stand thinking.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that I have to consume more energy. I didn't expect to fuse so much..." The clown muttered, his voice fluctuating, "It seems that those so-called... let them go... Sure enough, they will... ..."

The clown ignored the girl's gaze, the girl stared at it for a while and then shifted her attention.

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* Trisomy