Blue and White Society

  Chapter 233 Non-lethal containment

  The so-called home is a small two-story western-style building, located in the core area of ​​the white community, and the heads of households are all white.

  If the head of household there returns to China and will not come to Nairobi for a long time, some will rent out the house.

  However, it is impossible for locals to rent a house from them, they will only rent to white people.

   But obviously Callum has this condition and rented one.

  Actually, it doesn’t matter if he can’t rent it, the Blue and White Society helped him rent it.

  Yes, Mo Poor could tell right away that Callum was a peripheral member.

  His identity as a thief and a liar is true, and he has close relations with gangs in various countries, and it is also true that he acts as a gray information dealer.

  But the gangs of various countries who regard him as a chess piece have no idea that he is actually an intelligence agent of the Blue and White Society.

   Of course, in this mission, he is a real bad guy...

  And Mo Poor... The first step is to get rid of his control.

   "Such a cute baby, what's your name?" Callum led her to visit the neighbors, which naturally attracted a lot of welcome.

  Regarding this, Mo Poor kept his personality in mind, and after closing himself for a few seconds, he opened his pale mouth and said, "Oula..."

  The neighbor saw that she was not as lively as her peers, and she looked like a cute princess, but she was a bit autistic and melancholy, so she couldn't help looking at Callum strangely.

  Callum is also superb in acting, his eyes dimmed, he touched Mo Poor's head and said: "After my wife passed away, Ola became much better..."

   "I understand, ah, Ola is really good." The neighbor showed a clear expression when he heard it, thinking he understood, and then looked at Mo Qiong with a little more affection.

  Mo Poor was speechless: You understand what you understand...

   Then, she was more autistic...

  Callum took her to get to know the neighbors all over the place. With families with children, they talked about Euler, and with families without children, they talked about Euler’s lack of maternal love...

   This guy is very talkative and has completely grasped the essence of the character, which made many people impressed by this new neighbor.

   There are even female neighbors with single parents and children, which is quite interesting to Callum.

  In the evening, Mo Poor, who tasted all the dim sum from every house, was taken home, and noticed that Mrs. Callum passed away, and the face of a strong and loving father who took care of his children changed instantly.

Callum impatiently threw Mo Poor into the small bedroom on the second floor, locked him on the bed and said, "Why are you so self-absorbed again! Didn't I buy you a new crayon! You're going to tell me something? Why? Not say a word?"

   He stared at Mo Poor, and suddenly grabbed an unopened box of crayons on a drawing board in the bedroom, and slammed it on the ground.

"Listen! When you come back from school tomorrow, go play with the children across the street, ask them what their travel plans are recently, and then tell me!" Callum said while pinching Mo Poor's face. Boarding with the local gang and giving the neighbors the illusion that she goes to school every day.

  Mo Poor's face was pinched, but his eyes looked at the overturned drawing board and a box of crayons that were thrown away.

   "Speak up! If you do this again tomorrow, don't think about drawing in the future!" Seeing this, Callum directly tore off a crayon drawing on the drawing board, and tore it to pieces.

  Mo Poor knew very well that the painting was of Euler's biological parents. Euler didn't dare to resist, but he never resigned to his fate and always wanted to find his way home.

  In order to avoid forgetting the appearance of my parents, I kept drawing and drawing.

  Crayons and drawing boards are the only requirements for her to cooperate with Callum.

   "Cry...cry for me!" Yi Bo's voice sounded through the communicator.

  Mo Poor rolled his eyes inwardly, forcefully squeezed out two tears, and pursed his mouth.

  Callum grabbed Mo Poor's neck with one hand and lifted her up slightly. Although it didn't hurt at all, he still stunned Mo Poor. Because it was strong enough to hurt a real little girl.

  I saw this guy glaring at Mo Poor and said, "Laugh! Laugh for me!"

  Mo Poor stared at Callum, with a very stiff smile on his blushing face.

   Callum snorted, let go of his hands and walked out of the bedroom, and locked the door by the way.

  I went to Lingju’s house for snacks and drinks today, so he didn’t even have to prepare dinner for Ola.

   "I'm really drunk, as long as I cry, he will beat me, right?" Mo Poor said.

   "Hmm..." Yi Bo said in Mic.

  Mo Poor sighed, he knew Callum was acting, but he was still upset. What he did just now was because the instructors told him clearly: Ola and Callum have no possibility of cooperation, and he will not be of any help to Ola, but is the real enemy. If she didn't cooperate with Callum, she would really be killed. If the strength was stronger before, an ordinary girl could have her neck broken.

  If in this mission, Yi Bo announced: You were killed by Callum.

   Needless to say, his rating is terribly low.

   "Tsk..." Mo Qiongqiong wrinkled his nose slightly, touched his neck, and immediately crawled to the overturned drawing board.

  Whether it was Callum’s beating of the drawing board and crayon just now, there may be a hint of the containment. Or these two things are extremely important to Euler.

  Mo Poor would rush there immediately.

  Picking up the torn painting, you can vaguely see the immature style of painting, a little girl in front of a wooden house, one left and one right are parents.

  Although this style of painting makes Mo Poor completely unable to see what Euler's parents should look like, the non-stop drawing in Euler's character design is to deepen the memory of his parents' appearance in his heart.

  No abnormality was found, Mo Poor immediately turned to pick up the drawing board and crayons.

  I saw kissing and hugging these things, throwing them back and forth, and even scribbling on the arms with crayons, which was very funny.

  Finally, Mo Poor discovered something unusual: the box of crayons, which were colorful just now, suddenly turned black.

   "Crayon..." Mo Poor hurriedly scribbled on the paper with a crayon, tried every pen, and finally let him find the containment.

"This feeling..." Mo Poor held one of the paintbrushes, and suddenly felt that his consciousness could exert influence on external objects. This was the first time he had such a wonderful feeling. Obviously, this contained object can be used by holding it in his hand. some kind of effect.

  Mo Poor locked on a blank piece of paper in front of him, and when his thoughts moved, he immediately felt that he had launched an invisible 'thing' onto the paper.

  Black color immediately appeared on the white paper. Mo Poor thought about spreading it, and the black color spread like ink rhyme, spreading all over the whole paper at once. The surface was so black that even the inside of the paper was black.

  In an instant, it was not a blank sheet of paper, but a black sheet of paper...

   "It seems that it can still change..." Mo Poor thought again, and the black paper instantly turned into red paper again.

  Then blue, white, and green come in turn, whatever color Mo Poor wants to turn it into, it will be that color.

   Obviously, as long as he is infected with that invisible and substanceless thing, he can change the color of the substance.

The color of that piece of paper can be changed according to his mind at this moment, and it can not be changed as a whole, but only partially, and various colors can be matched on it, which can outline the painting of his imagination like a brush of mind, even because any color is fine, Mo Poor gradually figured out how to construct that piece of paper into a photo-like high-resolution picture.

"What I emit should be a concept of 'toning', which is an effect lock. The substance locked by this toning effect does not need to be in my field of vision, even if it is thousands of miles away from me, it can be changed at will color."

   "And it can be used on myself... Is it used to make it invisible?" Mo Poor said, and immediately locked the effect on himself.

  However, the body can indeed be colored as desired. Unlike dyeing, this is a pure color change, and there is no substance attached to the body in essence.

  The rendered color cannot be washed away, it can penetrate deep into the internal organs, and the resolution is so high that it can be said to include all possible colors in the world. As long as Mo Poor is proficient enough and controls it well enough, he himself will be a projector that can perform a cartoon on the wall.

   If the control is better, Mo Poor can even perform a live-action movie.

   "This ability is really... tasteless."

  At the beginning of the research, Mo Poor still had a lot of hope. Even after discovering that it could be used for coloring, he came up with a series of usages in his brain, such as invisibility, such as projecting other people's irises to deceive others' vision.

  However, as he researched step by step, Mo Poor found that none of this could be achieved!

   First of all, she can't make objects invisible, and she can't make things completely 'transparent', there is no such color. Provides camouflage like a chameleon unless optically tricked.

  In terms of transparency, at most, he allows things that are already transparent to reflect some colors, making them both transparent and somewhat colored, just like car glass windows.

  This containment controls the 'color', not the light. Even if he changes the color of the light, it is only temporary, because the light is always in motion, and the light at this moment is not the light at the next moment.

  So she demonstrated the cartoon on the wall, just continuously changing the color blocks of each frame on the wall, and nothing was projected on it.

  Even if this wall is thrown to the other side of the world, it can still demonstrate cartoons under Mo Poor's brain, but she can't see it herself.

   "This is a container that simply controls the color...and consumes energy..." Mo Poor studied for a long time, and he was obviously tired.

   "It's okay, physical strength can be counted as your real physical strength. After all, it is the use of the contained objects. I can change the characteristics a little bit." Yi Bo said.

Mo Poor rolled his eyes, this task tests the use of the containment, the eight-year-old girl character only limits his physical fitness, but if Yi Bo said: An eight-year-old can't control the containment at all, you can only be rough use.

  Then this whole mission is nonsense, and it completely loses the meaning of confrontation.

   Therefore, the instructor will not impose any restrictions on the function of the containment. Mo Poor can manipulate flowers, which is Mo Poor's ability.

  However, the containment itself is already extremely unfriendly.

  Even if Mo Poor manipulates it to a trickle, it can't cover up its tasteless nature. This thing can only tamper with the color of everything.

   As for lethality, is it possible to turn people into pure black and absorb sunlight to heat them to death? This is far worse than the shadow amulet.

   "Things that are not lethal... plus I have such a weak body."

  Mo Poor is having a headache, this is extremely difficult.

  However, he was not afraid of any challenge, lying on the ground and thinking silently.

   Now that the basic board is clear, she must use the limited cards in hand to complete the task.

"Um…"

  Suddenly, Mo Poor turned over nimbly and sat up from the ground.

  She leaned in front of a small mirror in the bedroom and touched her face. In an instant, subtle color changes appeared on this face, and her entire appearance changed slightly.

  In the mirror, she kept changing her face, her small face was sometimes pale, sometimes flushed, her skin was sometimes fair and sometimes light yellow, and even her whole body was golden.

  His pupils are sometimes blue, sometimes black, sometimes fairy green, and even...

  When Mo Poor opened his eyes, his eyes became scarlet, and there were three dark black hooks in his pupils.

   "Who knew it was just color tampering but me?"

   "What I hold is the containment of the 'strongest in history' in the confrontation mission."

  Mo Poor stared at a pair of horrifying eyes, his face full of 'bad air' was super fierce, and he already had a plan in his heart.

  …

   p.s: Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)